#proudoutcast

[strangerthaniseem-blog1]

They call me odd

They call me odd at class and in town,

Yet  seldom see me wear a frown.

Dancing in the field by day

atop my head a flower crown.

To be like them and join the fray

I’d kill my spirit, My life so gray.

So full of rancid and decay.

For mine shall be a grand bouquet.

For rather than film in black and white

I live my life a vibrant ballet

-Margot A. Bourque