surprise
looking around at all these people
i didn’t know two years prior who
have become family who have become
enemies who have tested and inspired
and loved and hated and everything
in between. let me lead
them even though i do not consider
myself a leader i always end up here
so here i am.
again.
standing in front of this chapter with
a smile on my face even though im
sure many of them would love to slam
my face with this gavel as i try to get
their attention that i think i deserve
but some of them
think differently.
growing up i never realized how different
i was how im the one to always speak
and stand up.
even when it’s hard.
i used to think that everyone
thought like me.
acted like me.
loved like me.
understood like me.
boy was i in for a surprise.
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