She was the disappointing one
Who could have done better
Given her chances (insert finger wagging!)
She could have given bragging rights
But dared to follow her path
A line she forged in the dust
How dare she?
Everyone else content to toe the line
Or fly really high by , well
Towing the same line but differently
Not her
Always accused of being in the wrong
Before checking she was in the right
She rebelled in the eyes of some
And her coat became that
Of the black sheep
So long spent trying to fade the colour
Change it, do something to blend
Until one day over many drinks
She met another
Also a black sheep and they decided
That black sheep were the lucky ones
The ones who escaped
The ones who didn’t allow anything
To just happen
They made the things they wanted appear
By hard work and black sheepishness
And between them they decided
That that was just fine
Ailsa
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