The shepherd has always told me that I was a black sheep…or…
Maybe that white lamb existing among a pasture of black sheep,
And that coat weight is more valuable than body weight.
But I’ve eaten a lot too lately, and the bigger I get, the darker my coat gets.
I don’t like that… so I ask the shepherd to make me a separate gate,
And to cleanse my coat again…he says yes.
Now being away, I watch the dark coats frolic, I watch as they do things,
Things that the shepherd would disagree with.
And I feel their screechy “bahhh” acts as a censor for me,
Because I cannot understand it, although I listen in.
However, they can go back and forth like its normal.
See, but I get confused when I think on it because, we’re the same age…
An inner voice begins to speak to me, and he tells me “Jump the gate”.
I think on it… I requested confinement, but it does get lonely over here.
I think… I won’t stay long.
The black coats won’t welcome me back,
Unless we match black backs.
So I tumble in to the dirt, for the appearance.
But the result:
The same as watched from afar, doesn’t seem to be as pleasurable as I’d hoped…
I don’t fit…
I turn to leave, only to find myself encased by more black coats.
Standing idle, they watch me as they creep forward.
My body is shaking- my coat remains motionless.
“Follow my voice”- I can’t move
“Follow my voice”- but I’m surrounded
“Follow my voice”…
I close my eyes and move forward…
Only to open them to the face of the shepherd.
“Your white for a reason…”