A Contradiction in Stereotypes

... un-apologetically self

I think I was born to rebel against the status quo; shouting from rooftops on things I deem unfair down here below.

I didn't set out with this purpose in mind;

Madly insisting ,' hear ye hear ye, for this I was born!'

My role , self-proclaimed being to de-objectify all things I considered a blight.

I prefer curry over jerk;

Country road trips over dark movie theatres;

I sit quietly in the library, immersed in fiction brought to life by my over zealous, rainbow mind.

I get excited at the new day of school; thinking 'oh what other gems into the cavernous recesses shall I stow!'

The islands may be the home of my birth; yet my core rejects all things crustaceans, those bearing shells;

Always to be found at the beach the first chance I get; yet I never quite learnt to swim.

I was plucked from my mother's womb, stamped 'uniquely self', earmarked for great treasures.

If only I could release the grip of jealous , doubt & fear,

Then just maybe I will reach out & touch ...

The true potential bubbling forth.

Colour red simmering in my soul, seeking to be awakened;

What do I fear?

Rejection or the forever brand of 'different'?

Come now, overcome

Reach deep within,

Preen your feathers, let them unfurl

Release...and soar