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Poetry: Outcast

by Jessica Vandecaveye

If birds of a feather flock together,

then what kind of bird am I?

I need no others to light my way,

I choose my own path as I fly.

There are no others who understand,

These feelings that I feel,

My need to stray away from the crowd

and stand on my own here, still.

If birds of a feather flock together,

I want no part of that life.

No feather's of mine resemble anothers,

I do not feel their strife.

To these alike creatures, leave me alone

and please, just let me be.

don't try to change me, this is who I am

and I won't change for you, cause I'm me.

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