Truffle

You discriminate and I am sweeter.

 

You make me act of only what I am not.

 

I’m a truffle or so I may be taught.

 

I believe what I am but you counter.

 

You outcast me in this tablet farther.

 

I’m a truffle in this sweet melting pot,

 

but how you stare puts my stomach in knots.

 

Is love for one of my own so bitter.

 

I love my own as so my heart will tell,

 

and though I may be different from your love,

 

I’m a truffle in this slab of opposite.

 

You fight for what I should be, I rebel.

 

You may put me down but I stand above.

 

For I am a puzzle that shouldn’t fit