Candy Reader Poetry: We Create Outcasts
I am a misfit
born into a family—
a box that isn't my size.
So many years
I tried a lot of ways
so that I can fit in
but countless times
I have failed as well.
I grew up thinking
if something was ever wrong with my life,
it was just I who cannot,
would not, does not,
conform and agree and get along.
I grew up believing
that there was something
wrong with me,
that I needed to change
in order to be part of the family.
How discriminating it made me feel,
how utterly isolating the system was
that tries to classify people,
reduce them into certain types
based on their quality.
Does it define our humanity?
No, but it does classify
where we belong to.
But what if you were born
into a family you don't belong to?
How devastating, how tragic
a story of a girl and her battle
against the lines put by society between
those that belong and do not.
She grew up knowing she had to do something
about herself in order to not be a bother
to her family that's supposed to be "intact",
but that stubborn little girl just wouldn't fit in.
She always wondered what to do
because while she knew something isn't right,
she didn't know what was wrong, either
and she didn't know what to make things right.
There were a lot she didn't know
Until she met a person who taught her it was okay.
It was okay to be different, not to fit in,
Not to belong to your family.
Just as long as you belong to your own self,
as long as you are comfortable with yourself.
What's not okay is to pretend to be who you're not
to say what you don't want to,
to believe in something you don't agree with
to do things you don't like in order to belong.
It is okay to feel incomplete.
It is okay to not be like them.
It is okay to be different.
It is okay to not have the same opinion as the majority.
It is okay.
It is okay to be you.
You should be who you truly are.
Be bravely sincere with yourself.
Do not hide your color.
Do not conceal your light
Do not keep your wings.
We create outcasts.
And we have to destroy them, too.