The Proud Odd One Out Poem by Fasica Berhane

As a child and adult,
I sought my passion to be divergent.

Common things are a turn off,
My fantasy,
is unpredictability,
Long been keeping my eyes on the rare.

You will find me alone,
Singled out in most outings.
You might see me sitting alone,
Like a weirdo in a social scene.

And someone would ask me' Fasica, why are you always alone'?
To my answer followed by a smile...,
‘Have you ever seen a Queen hanging out with soldiers?