"Another Troop"

She was a new girl dressed

differently than the divas

who walked the halls with their

backpacks and barrets

she was different than the other

soldiers who marched as

if their captain instructed them too

left right left they marched

so loud with laughter it hurt her

like a gunshot hit an open

wound her clothes and bows did

not seem to match the camouflage

of her peers she was the zebra

with no stripes white white

white black she saw herself

In a mirror staring at the tears

which filled her eyes so bad she

felt weak in her thighs

She wanted to be another soldier

in line even if they gave her

the cold shoulder the girl in the

mirror was me

I was lost in my head the thoughts

needed to go to bed

Sleep sleep sleep I weeped searching for

a way to not be the black sheep