I suppose each generation
Produces its share of outcasts
Who are determined
To go to great lengths
To differentiate themselves
From anything considered the norm.
It is reflected in
The clothes they wear
The music they choose
The style and color of their hair,
The language they use,
The way they walk
And the activities they pursue,
In all their heightened individuality
There is a commonness I see
Or maybe it is the alien in me
That I chance to see
Whenever I encounter
One of them!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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