The Swerve

I; the streak of black, around the white canvases of everyone else.

I; the circle, surrounded by the squares.

I; the silver, around the gold that surrounds me.

I; the tortoise among the many hares.

I; the moon, against all the other Suns.

I; the darkness, in a crowd of light.

I; the wasp that tries to mimic all the other bees.

I; the grounded vs all those in flight.

I; the pebble, in a pile of boulders.

I; the social outcast of the many social royalties.

I; the one who is different.

But I’m me and that’s all I need.

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