Cut From A Different Cloth

By Robert T. Davenport

I'm cut from a different cloth, a fabric unique,
Woven with resilience, strength, and mystique.
I stand tall amidst the crowd, unafraid to be seen,
For I am a masterpiece, a soul that's serene.

In a world that tries to mold me, to fit a certain mold,
I embrace my individuality, my story yet untold.
I refuse to conform, to blend into the crowd,
For I am a rebel, my voice strong and loud.

I'm cut from a different cloth, with threads of passion,
Determined to chase dreams, to make my own fashion.
I won't be confined by society's expectations,
I'll break down barriers, shatter limitations.

I'm a warrior, a fighter, with fire in my veins,
I won't let setbacks define me, I'll rise above the pains.
I'll embrace my flaws, my scars, and imperfections,
For they are the marks of a life lived with conviction.

I'm cut from a different cloth, a tapestry of dreams,
Unafraid to explore, to venture into the unknown streams.
I'll dance to my own rhythm, create my own melody,
For I am the author of my own destiny.

So let them judge, let them criticize and doubt,
I'll keep pushing forward, never giving in to drought.
For I am unique, a masterpiece in my own right,
And I'll shine brightly, like a star in the darkest night.

I'm cut from a different cloth, and I wear it with pride,
A symbol of strength, of resilience deep inside.
I'll inspire others to embrace their own uniqueness,
To break free from the chains and find their own bliss.

So join me, fellow souls, who are cut from different cloth,
Let's celebrate our differences, let's rise above the scoff.
For we are the change, the ones who dare to be,
A testament to the power of individuality.