A swan chick
As it wakes up
Notices the stares
and menacing glares
Wants to know why?
Should I ignore or care?

Am I different?
How can it be?
I am part of the brood
I too am God’s child
Something must be different
But what?  What? What?

Why me?
Would I ever know?
I am one of them
My mommy loves me the same
But my brood mates
A different story.

Life is unfair
I just have to deal with it
Not just now
But for the rest of my life
It’s a cross I will have to bear
But I can’t live in fear
My lot, I must endear.

Black and white
are these colors,
or lack thereof?
Can they coexist?
Age old question
No easy answers.