They called you the black sheep.
Not because you were wrong — but because you were different.
And whispered, “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 too many cliffs disguised as traditions. Too many cages called “normal.”
So they step out. Alone, maybe. But awake. 
They ruffle feathers. Stir waters. Break silence.
And sometimes — they build the bridges the flock never knew it 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.
