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We are different.
That, I know.
That I understand.
You, I cannot fathom!
An aura of comfort.
Encased by stigma.
Shut out by the ignorance
Of misunderstanding.
We are not that which,
Is ordinary.
For that would be mundane
Something, you could ever be labelled!
We are that,
Of challenge.
Feared by a brute.
An enemy of society
Unorthodox
Unwelcome.
We are that
Which does not rhyme.
Which does not fit.
For we are orange.
Enthralled by the irony
Of the warmth and tenderness,
To be treated with disgust and adversity.
For we are simply a piece of Nature's chaos
Trapped in the heartless dance of Fate.
For we are in love.
