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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.