Little did the black swan know when people stared,
Little did she think before she did what she dared
To her being different was a comment of others, not a effort known
While she walked around, her head hardly felt the throne
The rarity of her presence was a dilemma to others
To her it was existence in limbs and feathers
When success didn't beckon those who followed others in the path astray
They looked up to the black swan, who had just continued to walk her way
Be different, without having to think so, be bold without having to raise your voice
Life gives all a second chance, if not the first time, this time around make your choice...
Being different was never about standing out or taking the road less travelled
All it entailed, was moving ahead, no matter who walked beside and who followed..
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