I saw this the other day...  And it got me thinking...

"They called you the black sheep... Not because you were wrong - but because you were different.

While the herd followed the path without question, you paused, looked up, listened to the wind and thought "There must be another way".

The black sheep doesn't blend in.  Not because they can't, but because they won't.

They've seen to many cliffs disguised as traditions... Too many caged labelled "normal".

So they step out... Alone maybe, but awake.

They ruffle feathers... Stir waters... Break silences,

And sometimes build bridges the "flock" never knew they needed.

To every black sheep out there... YOU are the quiet revolution,

The shift in the pattern,

The wild note in the chorus.

You don't need to fit in, you were born to stand out and lead forward 

~ Marvin Coronel

This is me!  I've always been thought of as the black sheep, the one who defyed convention.  The one who questioned everything.  The one who constantly had her wings clipped.   Yes, I am the black sheep.  I'd be called soft and stupid for my views, but I'd far rather be who I am and be kind, than fake, bigoted with a  misguided  feeling of superiority.  I broke the rules and may have been a rebel.  I broke a lot of the gender norms, because I was a girl who like boy things!  As I grew older, I began to feel insignificant, and chose kindness and acceptance over family.  It's true it means walking with fewer people, it is what it is.  Never believe you can walk closely with people, especially family, who don't share your core values.  Strong ideals will separate people.  You can't walk together if you are heading in different directions.

Whether it's with family, school friends, work colleagues or anyone else, be proud of who you are.