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?