Misfits

We are the wild ones

The ones who don’t belong because we are too Human.

The ones who dare to listen to the voice of freedom

The ones who watch the clock of life ticking towards the final minute.

Death.

The ones whose tongues leak chapters of difference.

The ones who piece new paths and birth new ways

Create.

The ones who see themselves in you

The ones who swim in the waves of pain

Heal.

The ones made up of patches of colour

The ones who speak letters from the language of freedom

Lead

The ones brave enough to be

But not less enough to belong.