A chameleon
A cultural anomaly
Bad blood
The names to describe me
A mutt
All skin and bone
Cursed to wander
Unaccepted
No loving home
Not a friend
So I sit alone
Hidden away
Still as stone
I talk to myself
To feel alive
To dispel the loneliness
Devouring inside
My shoulders slumped
I have no pride
They say it’s good
I feel deprived
What is it like
To be one of them
To be accepted
Be welcomed in
Your place cemented
A perfect fit
What is it like
The perfect blend
No loose strands
To be tucked in
Are they happy
Do they agree
Or do they wish
To be like me
The culture’s strict
They are not free
Perhaps not
What it seems to be
They belong at least
More so than me
There is no place
For cultural anomaly
About the Creator
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