Inspired by music, old diary entries, and the (extra)ordinary people in all of us.
This poem previously appeared in my school's art magazine!
Unexceptional
They said nothing happens to us
From our days full of emptiness.
We unexceptional people
Walk lengths of the earth like ants
Kicking up a dusty hum of footprints,
Moving sticks here or there.
We do things that are not missed.
Told to uphold a sky
Unreachably brimming with stars.
They say we are not fit for melody
But song still adorns the streets built
On our laughter and friendship,
Our love alone, an impossible love
For lives assumed insignificant.
So let us unexceptional, beautiful people
Speak our stories and happenings.
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