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Black Sheep

From a very early age I learned

That if you try to be their pride and joy you'll get burned.

No I'm not Mommy or Daddy's little girl.

Who and what I am is as clear as a pearl.

Black sheep I end up at your feet.

Black sheep judged to be left in a heap.

You learn not to try and get a reaction.

You just end up being a distraction.

The one they're always talking about in front or behind your back.

And you no there's no god but you end up praying that they'll cut you some slack.

Black sheep the only one who has to try hard to fit in.

But sticks out again and again.

So what if I can't won't try but fail.

At least I can't get lower than how I feel.

Black sheep they say t over again.

Black sheep stick out like a donut in a cookie jar.

Black sheep no one has time to cry.

For the black sheep.

That's me.

By Tracey Robertson

30thMay 2002