When My People Find Me

I will still use the same words,

Even if they remain ununderstood.

I will continue to make art,

Even if it remains unappreciated.

I will stay true to who I am,

I will still be honest about the things I do,

The things I want,

And the things I create.

Until someday, when my tribe will come looking for me.

When my people find me, I will finally be understood.

Until then, I will remain a fish out of the water,

A porcupine in a nudist colony.