Other

All my life I have felt other.  Outside the pattern.  Exception to the norm.  Starts with my name.  No one else in school with the same name.  Never wanted to be Susan or Jane.  Was just fine with a name no one shared.
My hair is other.  Red hair is a recessive gene that affects less than 10% of the population.  Currently accenting that with a blue streak.
Felt other in my family.  No one else an artist.  I bided my time until I could break from the culture I knew as a child.
Chose a husband who was alien to my mother, especially.  Had many good years with him.  But eventually I was other to him too.  He often dubbed me weird.
Last boyfriend said you were the family rebel.
I know what I like, I enjoy my own company and if someone doesn't embrace me a big Bronx cheer to them.
I try not to offend but don't try to blend in.  I cultivate a social circle that appreciates me.
I celebrate my otherness and enjoy the way it fits.