One of a Kind
I don’t fit in… I never have… I have always been the one on the outside looking in…
As a very young girl I was shy around others… did not fit in… unlikely teachers and mentors did however notice my uniqueness and talents; they always took me in under their wings… where I learned how to fly; and in doing so they were pleased in seeing me set free… free to go on from surprise to surprise…
I can name each and every one of them… they were able to see the diamond in the rough… they noticed the typecast underdog among the pack… they carried me through…
I’ve never fit in… not into any crowd, age group, cliché, club, sorority, team, or company… I have my own sense of style, drive, ambition, belief, understanding, loyalty and mission in life…
Among my peers in my extended family… I didn’t fit in… all of my cousins were either older or younger than me… I didn’t fit in with my sisters and girl cousins because they were all just a bit older than me… I was too young for their escapades… my brother and boy cousins were just a bit younger than me… and although I could keep up with the best of them as a tomboy and all… they just were not going to let a girl participate in their boyish adventures… I was left behind… alone… a kid amongst the elders… all of the adults at the reunions, holiday gatherings, and picnics… I did learn how to appreciate and enjoy a great cup of coffee and along with that... I also gathered up some wonderful stories and inner strength of wisdom… :)
I didn’t fit in at grade school… an outstanding state athlete… beating the girls and boys for the title… an overachiever and competitor at the earliest of ages… high school… I was a good girl… often excluded from get togethers… perceived outsider… if I didn’t plan things or make events happen… I didn’t go… I didn’t fit in…
Because of these events… I have always been able to notice the underdog… notice the amazing potential of the so-called underachievers… I am grateful for this…
Still… I am alone… I don’t fit in… I’ll attend events and gatherings to often be labeled too old or too young amongst the clan... bang and clatter… I often feel the tension of opposites… no matter how much I try to love and accept others… there is always that tension, distance, difference…
Which is why I stand out… why I am often singled out… why I voice my life in verse and on stage… it’s the only way I know how to survive… the only way I can tell my story… the only way I can live this life to the fullest…
I’m not simple… or practical… I don’t believe in conformity… I chart my own path… which I am both criticized and praised for…
And no matter where I go, who I meet, or what I do… I still don’t fit in…
I am who I am… be as you are… I may not fit in… but I do know for certain... love wins… whether you accept me or not… is not part of the retort…
I don’t fit in… I never have… I have always been the one on the outside looking in…
As a very young girl I was shy around others… did not fit in… unlikely teachers and mentors did however notice my uniqueness and talents; they always took me in under their wings… where I learned how to fly; and in doing so they were pleased in seeing me set free… free to go on from surprise to surprise…
I can name each and every one of them… they were able to see the diamond in the rough… they noticed the typecast underdog among the pack… they carried me through…
I’ve never fit in… not into any crowd, age group, cliché, club, sorority, team, or company… I have my own sense of style, drive, ambition, belief, understanding, loyalty and mission in life…
Among my peers in my extended family… I didn’t fit in… all of my cousins were either older or younger than me… I didn’t fit in with my sisters and girl cousins because they were all just a bit older than me… I was too young for their escapades… my brother and boy cousins were just a bit younger than me… and although I could keep up with the best of them as a tomboy and all… they just were not going to let a girl participate in their boyish adventures… I was left behind… alone… a kid amongst the elders… all of the adults at the reunions, holiday gatherings, and picnics… I did learn how to appreciate and enjoy a great cup of coffee and along with that... I also gathered up some wonderful stories and inner strength of wisdom… :)
I didn’t fit in at grade school… an outstanding state athlete… beating the girls and boys for the title… an overachiever and competitor at the earliest of ages… high school… I was a good girl… often excluded from get togethers… perceived outsider… if I didn’t plan things or make events happen… I didn’t go… I didn’t fit in…
Because of these events… I have always been able to notice the underdog… notice the amazing potential of the so-called underachievers… I am grateful for this…
Still… I am alone… I don’t fit in… I’ll attend events and gatherings to often be labeled too old or too young amongst the clan... bang and clatter… I often feel the tension of opposites… no matter how much I try to love and accept others… there is always that tension, distance, difference…
Which is why I stand out… why I am often singled out… why I voice my life in verse and on stage… it’s the only way I know how to survive… the only way I can tell my story… the only way I can live this life to the fullest…
I’m not simple… or practical… I don’t believe in conformity… I chart my own path… which I am both criticized and praised for…
And no matter where I go, who I meet, or what I do… I still don’t fit in…
I am who I am… be as you are… I may not fit in… but I do know for certain... love wins… whether you accept me or not… is not part of the retort…
delight in the uncertain... find comfort in the unknown... take joy in uniqueness... find faith among the crowds... stand firm in your beliefs... find likeness in diversity... discover inner peice in accepting... win via love alone...
- j. marshon
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