When you are not of the mainstream, for whatever reason you aren’t, more often than not you are met with incomprehension, with hostility and sometimes outright aggression. It would mark a great evolution in the world if this weren’t the case.
I see you there, as you see me
And I see your struggle as you try to categorise
To compartmentalise the box in which you want me to be.
I see, I do
As you are confronted with something new;
A thing outside your comfort zone.
I feel the rejection seep right out of you,
And the best I can hope for
Is that you choose to leave me alone…
I am difference, I am change, I did not ask to be this way.
You are stasis, you are the same, and you hate I am in your today.
I am, unwittingly, and unwanted, a mirror for your values.
You see me and make presumptions,
But out of woeful ignorance and justifications that aren’t true.
But you make them anyway
And I am victim of your actions.
I see you, as you see me
Without ever really seeing
That I am human just like you;
And I see that you don’t like that
That you wish that wasn’t truth.