Whispers Heard

The weird one,
Out.
An escapee,
From a life deemed scarred...
By the markings of dysfunctions.

Labellings endured but removed.
Bold, brave...
And,
Often rude.
Often moody and with attitude.

The weird one,
Out.
No longer enslaved,
By limited mentalities.
Too goal oriented.
And...
With identity.

The weird one,
Out.
Never to look back,
To retrace haunting distractions.
Or again to face...
Those flaunting their disgraces,
In a buffooning pride to dignify...
Stereotypical images to imitate,
Interpretations that disrespect one's heritage.

The weird one,
Out.
An escapee,
From a life deemed scarred...
By the markings of dysfunctions.
And with a pace motivated,
By the whispers heard...
From encouraging ancestors.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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