Other

I watch Them from across the street. They call me over and I pretend to be one of Them. No… I don’t pretend to be the same—I hide, I fade into the background, I blend in among Brethren. They ask me and Brethren,
“Do you?” Brethren says, “We do not.” I am hesitant to answer. I say, “I do.” I am different from Brethren and They do not understand why. I have not chosen to be different. I simply am different. I am Other. They do not like Other. They do not accept Other. I think differently and thinking differently makes me

Other.

See you Wednesday.