The freaks gather around.
We breathe in.
I stand arms up reaching to connect with the universe.
I am one with the heavens and earth.
This is the final show.
The last time to dance our dance together.
The freaks and me.
I am one of them and they are me.
It is us, we.
We hide from the crowd.
But soon in a glorious moment we will appear for all to see.
In bright lights they will see our quirkiness, our uniqueness, our vulnerability.
Once more we breathe in.
We run into the light.
What will come of our exposure?
We are in this together now.
The light reveals all there is to see.
Without hesitation we fly our freak flags.
We are met with applause.
We are the ones who watch and we are the ones who are seen.
It is us, it is we.