From young age I was
assimilated into the herd
made into a carbon copy
of you

My voice drenched
in the catatonic choir
masses in the buodoir
echo afar

The injustice struck
from early age
instilled rage
and a deep need
to protect
to defend
difference

Who am I to say
things can only 
be done my way?

Why try to force 
those who can't 
adjust to adhere?
Where's the justice
 there?