A poem by another....

Please find below a poem written by a Goddess who I had the privilege of calling one of my campers in 1999. She sent this to me tonight, she wrote it today. It speaks volume's of what she went through while attending the camp that I was her L.I.T. Counsellor. She had a tough time fitting in, she was 15. Find also her link to her on line community of writers. My camper's name is Emily.

www.writing.com/authors/mermaidgirl

Chameleon creeps
Silently and stealthily--
Imperceptible.

Fades into the grass
Scales transform to vital green,
Earth-toned underside.

Tiny forest clears
To sterile grey-beige expanse--
Riddled with valleys

Forged two feet apart,
With objective precision,
Of machinery.

Lizard's nose protrudes
Between thinning blades of grass--
Scopes out surroundings.

Wondrous eyes expand--
He enters foreign landscape
With trepidation.

Reptile forges on--
With heart and mind still unsure,
Body turns to beige.

Beady eyes gaze up--
Register abject terror--
Certain death awaits?

Massive rubber soles
Stampeding--cushioned thunder?
Stroll towards building.

Mingled voices break
The quiet of the morning--
Abrade atmosphere.

Group of preteen girls--
Gaggle of giggling giants,
Eyes like laser beams.

Sound in the distance--
Girl scurries haphazardly,
Clothes and hair askew.

Backpack dwarfs her frame,
Rapid, erratic breathing
Punctuates footsteps.

Yearning to catch up,
She struggles for the fringes--
"Friends" today? Who knows?

Queen Bee gazes back--
Nonchalant indifference
Mirrored in her eyes

Turns back to her friends--
Silent consensus ensues:
Lemming to transform!

Smirking manically,
Syrupy-sweet voices form
Superficial words.

New girl, still naive--
Astuteness not developed,
Happily joins group.

Following their cues,
Feigning interest in gossip,
As her conscience weeps.

Chameleon stares
Horrified at counterpart--
Must she conform too?


Do we really have to conform to what others want? To what society wants? We should be free to just live our lives as we want. To truly be happy and to let our heart sing. The so called "misfits", or "fringe dwellers" are seen as outcasts. But I bet if you were to look at what they are truly doing, they are amazing beings. Be proud of yourself! You are an amazing person, who is on this earth for a reason!

I came upon this video on you tube. I don't own the music or video. Listen to the words! Very inspirational!