𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃 | ᎦᏕᏫ

An English monarch in a French provincial town
Out of place in this noisy, bustling crowd
Among rags and cotton stands one red silk gown
Made for quiet glory; not a market this loud.

A whale, freshly beached, stuck on land
People stand around, take photos for their own entertainment
It calls for help while people sunbathe on white sands
A mighty creature, not so mighty in this environment.

I'm a character, not made for this book
But expected to fit in with the lot
My every thing is different—behaviour, speech, looks
But I have to act normal for the flow of the plot.

So what if I have differences? I don't want fake pity
From those who try to squeeze me into the mould of society.