The Black Sheep Poem by Matt Starking

I am the black sheep, the odd one out,
With faults and flaws that leave no doubt,
I'm different from the rest, that much is true,
And often, I feel alone and blue.

I don't fit in with the crowd,
And my ideas are often frowned,
My voice is silenced, my opinions unheard,
I'm ignored, neglected, ostracized, and absurd.

But despite it all, I stand tall,
And I embrace my unique call,
For being the black sheep is not a curse,
It's a blessing, a gift, a privilege, and a verse.

I march to the beat of my own drum,
And my journey is never done,
I am bold, fierce, and daring,
And my spirit is forever flaring.

So let them call me what they may,
For I know I am not here to betray,
I am a masterpiece in my own right,
The black sheep, the star, the light.