“Unorthodox.”

Walking seven blocks, kicking rocks,

SZA’s Broken Clocks.

Air Force One’s no Crocs, dotted socks,

Like the chickenpox.

I won’t fit in a box, not with the nerds,

Not even with the jocks.

No flying with the flocks, like Mr. Fox,

I’m unorthodox.

Always been the oddball, playing football, Trying to fit with you all.

Always hit a brick wall, took a hard fall,

Led to social withdrawal.

Never offered a seat, I took the backseat,

Used to cry in my bedsheet.

Now I feel my heart beat, wait where am I?

Never been to this street.

No I’m not lost, I’m just stepping out of line,

It’s all what I’ve been doing since I was nine.

Just a Black boy who refused to take a role,

Made by people who couldn’t see my soul.

I didn’t want to kick ball, I wanted to make art,

I loved who I shouldn’t and it broke my heart.

Pushed people away by the time I was grown,

I guess this is why tonight I’m walking all alone.

To be a misfit, an outcast, wasn’t on my forecast,

I keep on running but somehow I still finish last.

To be a loner, a weirdo, that what it appears so,

I just refused to follow the footsteps on the snow.

No I’m not broken, I just have a lot left unspoken,

I only found freedom when I let it go like Frozen.

I’m on a journey to break all the remaining locks,

You can call it what you want, I call it unorthodox.

– Da⁹⁰