La Oveja Negra




My mom chuckles and says 
Me salistes un poco rarita
Yes mami, I’m the most rara
My clothes hang off my limbs
My shoes have holes 
And I won’t buy new ones
I choose the hardest path
Because I refuse to be a sheep
I’m not a leader either
I don’t like to make decisions for others
Just myself
I lead only myself
I’m alone, but not lonely
Gather my thoughts in silence
Look into other’s eyes
Feel out their energy
I can feel you 
Even if you don’t want me to
Observant and outspoken 
Questioning time and the universe 
Yes mami, soy rarita 
La mas rarita of them all