It was at times when I did not follow the herd that I was ignored.
At times when I walked to the beat of my tune that no one heard my voice.
When I painted my picture that eyes were shut.
When I opened my door that other shut theirs.
It was at times when I disagreed, that silence befell.
The rest of the time, the pasture was green.
It was the hardest lesson I understood,
Stepping into my journey did not make me bad,
And refusing to judge got me out of the barn.
Maria Antonia Diaz