The Black Sheep

It's wool is the darkest shade of black,
Because of the talents it appears to lack.
Wandering around the normality of the herd,
Why must this sheep be so absurd?

It can never seem to find it's place,
and every time sorrow smacks its face.

This sheep enjoys nature at it's finest,
While the others ignore with blindness.
"I don't know why I'm so different,
How can others be intolerant?"

Whenever it tries to do something right,
Life comes to take its pride and might.

It will never be like those around itself,
All unnoticed achievements rest on a high shelf.
Collecting dust from time to time,
"When will it be my turn to shine?"

When the herd needs some more wool for the Winter,
They then turn to the Black Sheep for their mentor.

With glee it helps them one by one,
Anything to get each job done.
*Buzz and chop* the wool falls to the ground,
Each little sheep replenishes as they surround.

When there is not a single piece of wool left,
The sheep leave without a fret.

"Don't I get anything from this?" the Black Sheep bleats,
Standing there in the cold all incomplete.
The herd ignores the cries once more,
Leaving the poor Black Sheep too sore.

"Why do I have to be alone?", the Black Sheep mutters.
"And yet still feel braver?"

Towards the end of Winter,
The herd looked of a sliver.
Because the extra wool wasn't enough for the remaining,
Only half was left standing.

The Black Sheep regained its wool,
This time it stayed full.

Every year the sheep ask for more favors,
The Black Sheep still remains to be the pushover.
It doesn't have the ability to speak up,
Even though each year it could have developed.

I hope you learned an important lesson about this season,
And maybe, just maybe, this will explain the reason.
People will hate you, rate you, shake you, and break you,
But how strong you stand is what makes you.

Hope you enjoyed the poem,
Allison