I wake up in sweat of indignation
sleep in a perplexed state
I don’t know why I’m not accepted
though nobody says rejected

In this field of thistle, I am the improbable
A strange mind in a familiar face
they extend gloved hands, but fail to connect
acknowledge brilliance, but show no respect

I know it is tough, but it’s a walkathon
I need to find more compatible ground
where I can blossom in my own way
where colours shine in glare of sun rays

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