Poem for Day 83 – 20141215
So speaks the outsider with an inner critique:
I am a stranger among you, can you handle me?
By action I am foreign, ways not your own.
By identity I contrary, an abnormal quantity.
By beliefs I am different, a puzzle to you.
Standards of relating fail when you meet my face.
Friction will be the outcome if realize my place.
What would you name this disconnect?
So speaks the group in a voice to shriek:
We are the group, seeking continuance of sanity.
We are to connect in a very certain way.
Rigid adherence is needed to continue the norm.
We hate your difference, but we love you.
Change you way and find shelter in our arms.
Shuck the sin and find the sacred path.
We have our ways to reinforce the path:
The outsider hears the voices: inner and outer.
How will they react with a deck so stacked?
To be true to themselves is fraught with peril.
The outsider speaks of a plan and seeks a path unwise.
So I could break the laws and garner your hate.
I will violated your morals so sin is my fate.
Your traditions are foreign, a creation of your kind.
Your dogma and morals are from your institutions.
None of these things are who I truly am.
None of this matters, for I am a stranger in your midst.
In the end I will hide in your teaming hoard.
A stranger to wear the mask of the scaremonger.
Your traditions I will wear as a cloak not my own.
Morals I will parrot while I go on covert.
I die a little each day in this sham of a life.
To do so is the way of the outsider's strife.
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