Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. I don't own Rogue. The poem is mine.
Please R&R.
The Hard Life of a Mutant
Rogue lay on her bed. Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face.
The cruel words of the kids at school still flashed through her mind. The
recent memory of her mistake haunted her. She had removed her glove off
her hand for only a second. Yet in that second, a young boy had been hurt.
She didn't mean to touch him. He bumped in to her. It was accident, yet
everyone blamed her. She was the mutant; she was at fault.
Rogue brushed the tears away from her face. She opened her dresser
drawer and took out her diary. She grabbed a pen and began to write.
'The path I walk is long and hard;
Always looking around; always on guard,
Always fighting for my life.
The constant danger, the constant strife.
Can humans and mutants really get along?
Will I ever be accepted; will I ever belong?
When will the hating ever end?
Why can't we learn to be friends?
What is so different to make people hate?
Why does this have to be my fate?
Always a mutant; always alone.
Will there ever be love; will it ever be shown?'
Rogue closed her diary. Tears were still in her eyes. She wished
she wasn't different. She wished that even for one day she wasn't a
mutant. But it was her fate and that couldn't be changed.
Please R&R.
The Hard Life of a Mutant
Rogue lay on her bed. Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face.
The cruel words of the kids at school still flashed through her mind. The
recent memory of her mistake haunted her. She had removed her glove off
her hand for only a second. Yet in that second, a young boy had been hurt.
She didn't mean to touch him. He bumped in to her. It was accident, yet
everyone blamed her. She was the mutant; she was at fault.
Rogue brushed the tears away from her face. She opened her dresser
drawer and took out her diary. She grabbed a pen and began to write.
'The path I walk is long and hard;
Always looking around; always on guard,
Always fighting for my life.
The constant danger, the constant strife.
Can humans and mutants really get along?
Will I ever be accepted; will I ever belong?
When will the hating ever end?
Why can't we learn to be friends?
What is so different to make people hate?
Why does this have to be my fate?
Always a mutant; always alone.
Will there ever be love; will it ever be shown?'
Rogue closed her diary. Tears were still in her eyes. She wished
she wasn't different. She wished that even for one day she wasn't a
mutant. But it was her fate and that couldn't be changed.