He Didn’t
Fit the Mold
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs
He didn’t fit the mold.
He had a round head
When others had points.
He wore shiny suits
when others wore pinstripe.
He combed his hair over
when others combed theirs back.
He went to a no-name school
when others went to Harvard.
He wore black shoes
when others wore brown.
He didn’t fit the mold.
And because he didn’t fit in,
they crucified him.
They belittled every act,
every word, every speck of life.
He could do no right,
and yet he did right.
He rose above the abuse,
and the ridicule.
He became his own man.
He brought his own brand
of life and good will
to the job at hand.
His popularity, I think,
is because, like a lot of us,
they try to make us fit
some mold, some pattern.
And the mold and pattern
just doesn’t fit.
If you sometimes don’t fit in,
remember this …
the sound of your own drummer,
your own thoughts and ideas
matter too.
You may look different,
think different,
sound different …
Yet there is a place for you.
You are valid.
You are valuable.
You belong, just because
you are you!
Oh, by the way.
This is not a descriptor of any
one particular man or woman.
It is for all of us,
all of us different types
roaming this planet.
Originals by P Michael Biggs
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