They looked at me
Told me my appearance determined
Who I was supposed to be
That i was not a part of it!
That I could not separate myself
From the skin I was born into
The eyes i see the world with
Everything I went through
I am not a part of the collective
Accept the othering bestowed on me
It brings a lot of sweet relief
I see my few truths prevailing
over their thousand beliefs
They looked at me
Dictating what life should mean
I dished out silence
Snack sized scepticism
not full blown defiance
For these are the people
Who would crucify christ all over again
So being refused by them
was such a privilege
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