I walk down the aisle, tall and proud.
Looking at all the people around.
I sit in my seat, singing the song,
Wondering if I really belong.

Butterflies in my stomach, candle in hand,
My mind rushes as I begin to stand.
My name is called, and I walk up.
Hand in my papers, and light my candle.

Feeling nervous, I walk over to the side.
Inside I can feel so much pride.
I look out at my community,
With a smile upon my face.

After getting the cold shoulder for so long,
And never fitting in,
I realize I was wrong.
This is right where I belong.


This poem was written on October 11th, 1997