Black Sheep
A poem about being the black sheep of the family and overcoming the abuse that often accompanies being in that role
Published in
Apr 9, 2023
Ne’er seen,
Always called on.
Last thought to come to mind;
Made to feel a different kind.
Alone.
Unheard,
Words unspoken.
Never felt included;
All bad for me was eluded.
Soft sighs.
Let down,
Never showed up.
Told birth was a mistake;
Be grateful for each breath I take.
Heart broke.
Broken,
I grew from it.
Became my own shepherd;
Changed all my spots like the leopard.
Black sheep.
This poem is part of the NAPOWRIMO 2023 Challenge from my publication. Ravyne Hawke, Petunia Petals, and the Promptly Written editorial group assisted with editing. Thank you, everyone!
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