I sometimes stop and look around
and see that I am so unlike
the people around me.
I don't mean to stand out,
I just do because I am
who I have become.
Many times I feel displaced
and unsatisfied
because people think 
that it takes one to know one
and I have yet to find 
one who is like me.
And I wish on every first star
I see at every nightfall
that I one day meet someone
who may not be like me
but will stop and sit down
to appreciate who I am,
attempt to understand me,
and accept me 
as the person I have become
and the person I will be.


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