Odd

Consigned to “odd”.
Finally spoken,
And understood.
I am odd.
Unmasked.
Unashamed.

“What music do you listen to?”
“I don’t”.
“That’s odd”.
“Is it?” I ask,
“Silence is the most beautiful sound.”
I say,
Quietly
to myself.

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