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My Tribe

Photo by Gemma Chua-Tran on Unsplash

I don’t belong anywhere

Wherever I am, I stick out like a sore thumb.

I was told, constantly, to conform,

To cooperate, and be

Like everyone else

A part of a group, and be like them.

I tried, God knows I did

I followed people around,

Learnt to eat the right kind of grass,

Bleated like them…

Was led to the slaughter again and again

…and then I discovered my tribe!

Everyone’s different, in a tribe

And revels in the difference

No one follows

No one leads

Togetherness is neither mandatory,

Nor as painful as an ingrowing toenail

I can let my hair down

Or chop it off completely:

And no one would turn a hair.

There are no secret passwords to enter or exit

I am free to fly out, away, or back.

We are birds of different feathers…

But sometimes we flock together!

©️ 2021 Suma Narayan. All Rights Reserved.

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Suma Narayan

Suma Narayan

Loves people, cats and tea: believes humanity is good by default, and that all prayer works. Also writes books. Support me at: https://ko-fi.com/sumanarayan1160