A Boy And His Skunk (Difference)

 
Both were outcasts that people looked down upon,

The stigma was attached, pride be gone.

The skunk walked along with his head down in shame,

And the boy by the ball field wishing someone would call his name.

The skunk, if his scent wasn’t bad enough,

Had the color that most saw as rough.

Black, the shade of objects that does not reflect light,

And a bit of White, the color of good and right.

All the skunk wanted was to be understood,

He wanted friends and times that were good.

The boy, if his accident wasn’t bad enough,

Had to rely on the wheels of the chair and still remain tough.

The skunk trying to keep his hope high,

As he walked through the woods humming trying not to sigh.

The boy decided to take an alternate route,

A stroll in the woods, leaving behind his self doubt.

Going down the path, they met one day,

They stopped abruptly in shock and dismay.

They wanted to turn and run away,

But the connection they felt made them want to stay.

The skunk asked the boy, “Why did you not run?”

The boy replied, “Why did you not run?”

They both stood with a hesitant stare,

Then realized it was a first for the pair.

While stereotypes and stigmas clutter the mind,

Friends are rare and a true find.

After that day the two could not be parted,

They both understood each other whole hearted.

Being different was what they discussed,

Admiration and friendship is where they placed their trust.

From that day on a friendship grew,

One that society chooses to place a label upon to.