The Black Sheep

There is a place where I have a soft heart.

It is for the black sheep that could never join into the flock.

I am solely reminded of many a time where I have been kicked to the curb,

Rolled; pushed; kicked in the mud;

Humiliated….

No more tears left to cry.

Where you have left me like a child in the desert to cry alone.

But then you think of me.

You remember me here as the black sheep.