Photo by Craig Whitehead on Unsplash
In the sea of sameness, I never belonged.
Painted in my special hue, the called me different, they coward, they looked away.
My skin grew callous from repeated barbs, but my drummer drummed, and merrily, I danced on.
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Jo Hawk 
empowering! i love the energy this brings, always dance to your own beat and wear your colours proudly! you craft words like a fine art sculptor!
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My goodness, I am blown away by your praise. I am glad you liked it. 😊
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i loved its simple truth
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Ooo – nice and Thoreau like with the drum part! Love the photo connection 😉
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I loved the photo and just had to write something. I hadn’t thought about Thoreau, but I do like Walden. I am happy you liked it. ❤
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😉
I just like his quote about following our own drum beat (and rat race points)
And hope you have a good week
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Same here. Have a good week.
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Great! Love the energy.
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Thank you Sadje. 😊
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You’re welcome.
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Loved your message of self-esteem and self confidence and the photo too!!
xoxoxo
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I am happy you liked it. 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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💛💚💜💙❤
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this is marvellous, being you (me) is all it takes. Thanks for reinforcing this in your poem.
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Hélène I am so happy this spoke to you. Thanks for reading. ❤
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Good for you!
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😊
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