I am different
My heart beats the same as ever
My eyes see just as poorly
My nose works just as well
Yet I am different
When I roll out of bed late
As I skip breakfast
When I face the morning sun
As I run to the bus
I evolve
I develop
Every sunset I grow
Every sunrise I shrink
After another three hundred
Plus sixtyfive
Tilted turns
Adding up to a whole
Lap around the sun
I am different
“Change” has grasped me
In its lukewarm hands
Molding me
As one would clay
Into a strangely familiar character
“Change” seals me
With a searing kiss
And ships me out into the world
For the last months
Of my compulsory education
Whose end I dread
As the word “Unknown”
Looms over me
Inspects the withering mark
Left upon me
And laughs thunderously.
Before my eyes would fill
With naive optimism
And I would laugh back
At the “Unknown”
But I am different
I have learned
Through my own hopes
Being crushed
Being murdered
That ideologies can’t listen
So I smile demurely
Plotting my next motion
My heart thumps
My eyes blink
My ears hear
Yet my future is forever uncertain
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