Hey everyone! I’m writing a little unrhyming poetry on something that was on my spirit last night. I find that now adays, there’s such difference in the way I relate to people. Like, there are very few people on that relatable level. So I was inspired to write this to just be vulnerable about how I feel very different from people sometimes, but I still embrace being unique. It’s a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy it!
A New Breed
I’m a new breed of human. And that’s not to sound weird.
Everywhere I look though, people of similar relatablility are yet to be found.
It’s like they sense my uniqueness, and are turned away, uninterested maybe.
Unique, passionate and full of soul & culture.
On fire for God, His Princess, Royalty.
I have yet to find someone that understands,
Even a quarter what I say. If I did, I would be good.
I don’t question if I’m unique or hate the fact I am the way I am.
Secretly though, I wish I could find the tribe of “misfits” similar to myself.
As I said, the “uniqueness” that I refer to are not weird passions, or odd interests.
But simply a life of serving God and embracing life’s beauty, diversity and God’s creativity.
Living as a new breed means being set apart.
The trials that come with being set apart is having to walk the road alone sometimes, most of the time.
Endurance, perserverance, and above all… strength.
A graceful woman and a soulful spirit.
I’m passionate about things that the world sees as foreign.
I am in love with cultures that are not my own, and embrace them beautifully.
In all honestly, I have become apart of culture myself as I daily grow through it passionately.
What I am about, I hope to find in another one day.
But in this new breed…
With a population of 1, at least that I know,
They don’t exist… do they?
If they do, welcome to my…our world.