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A Girl Among Wolves

July 24, 2021
By Gigi_1230 SILVER, New York City, New York
Gigi_1230 SILVER, New York City, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

I am a girl among wolves,

Completely different from the rest,

Forever the odd one out,

The black sheep of the herd,

The ugly duckling among the pretty.

 

Oh! Why art thou so different from me,

With your black, brown, and blonde strings,

Sprouting from thy head,

Flowing in such rivers down thy back,

Contrasting to my own fiery red strands.

 

Oh! Why art thou so different from me,

Your black beady eyes,

Staring into my soul, as to intrude,

Endlessly consuming poor, helpless me,

With my sea green-tinted eyes.

 

Oh! Why art thou so different from me,

Simply light-hearted and easy-going,

Paying not even the tiniest glance to anything,

While I am eternally filled with guilt,

Grieving because of my differences.

 

But, we are not so different,

Are we?

Both of us,

Pondering on how familiar we are to ourselves,

So strange to each other.

 

Don't you see it,

We can escape the other's identity,

For that, we don't know,

Yet, we cannot escape our own,

For that, we are entitled to.

 

I am familiar to me,

You to you,

As I have brushed my red strands over a thousand times,

Looked at my green eyes in the mirror, every day,

Felt the pang of guilt in my heart, daily.

 

I was a girl among wolves,

But, now I realize that I am the wolf,

Whereas, everybody else is the odd ones out,

Black sheeps of the same herd,

Ugly ducklings, identical to each other.


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem to show how we are all strangers to each other. We view each other the same until we actually know each other. 


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on Aug. 2 2021 at 12:17 pm
Gigi_1230 SILVER, New York City, New York
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@Crazywolfiegirl2 Thank you so much! It really means a lot to me.

on Jul. 27 2021 at 8:41 am
Crazywolfiegirl2 PLATINUM, Kington, Other
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Favorite Quote:
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. —Rachel Carson

I loved this poem, the last few lines are especially good. 🙃