I'm excluded for being me -
At every single turn it's true -
There's nothing I could ever be,
I'm excluded for being me.
There is no love for living free,
I am misunderstood and blue.
I'm excluded for being me -
At every single turn it's true.
This exclusion shall always be
For the things I am forced to eat -
I am hated for being me -
This exclusion shall always be.
Excluded because they can't see
That I am someone worth the meet,
This exclusion shall always be
For the things I am forced to eat.
I’m excluded for being me—
I wish it weren’t so, but it’s true—
Excluded for what cannot be
I am hated for being me.
No drinks because they make me blue—
There is no love for living free—
I’m excluded for being me;
I wish it weren’t so, but it’s true.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Lifestyle choices can often be dictated by mental, emotional and physical health needs and, as a result, lead to social isolation and rejection. This poem addresses that reality of which many of us who are "different" face.
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Comments5
If it is a physical restriction that is still you if it is what others think be you. A poem of an existential nature. We all have our demons to fight and I know that many have fewer and lessor that cause less exclusion and less loneliness. A great write that captures the heart of all that are different and that's all of us.
Thank you so much my friend! Indeed, we are all different and, paradoxically, we all (or most have) experienced exclusion, albeit for different and unique reasons. I am truly thankful for you time and engagement, as always! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
Welcome to the club. Isolation isn't fun nor what most of us desired but it's our lot and we must figure out how to exist within its parameters. Excellently rendered with a seeming refrain which is forever useful in driving home whichever point. Thank you for sharing.
Indeed, isolation and exclusion are not the most fun club to be in and you are right that we must somehow figure out how to exist within its parameters. As for the repeating refrains (which I intentionally varied slightly for effect), they are what really make the Triolet a powerful form for this particular poemI It was a unique and fun challenge to write in it. Thank you so much, my friend, for reading and for engaging! Much appreciated!!! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
Good write T.
Thank you so much! Much appreciated!!! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
Isn't it so interesting to be thought of as weird, just because they don't understand us? Our health defining our social status? Our reactions showing our worth? Beautiful work, relatable by many I'm sure.
For sure! Society is weird and projects its weirdness onto those it doesn’t understand. Truth is everyone is unique and different, yet people grouped together try so hard to be alike. It is true we can share common experiences, but it is our uniqueness that adds specific meaning to those experiences…yet, society judges people who are different. Ironic in all the worst ways. Thank you so much for reading and giving feedback! Indeed, I hope people find this relatable and it contributes to the larger conversation around well-being (mental, physical, emotional) that so desperately needs to be had. 🖤❤️🖤🙏
I have spent most of my life striving to be different and yes, it can get you excluded but sometimes that is a good thing. Excluded from the mass rudeness and stupidity I encounter every day, eh?
Indeed! It is a good thing to be unique, regardless of the exclusion that inherently comes with it. We only get one shot at this life and to throw that away with conformity is certainly not worth the comfort in my humble opinion, so hear hear! Thank you so much for reading and commenting, much appreciated! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
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