Unicorn (new)

I am the Unicorn,

Odd but beautiful,

Strong and Vulnerable.

I live my life,

The way I choose,

But I am haunted ever.

Haunted by the thought,

There is but one of me,

And I must die.

For man cannot enjoy,

The beauty of my difference,

And must destroy my horn.

Only my horn makes me different,

Why can they not accept it,

As the way I am.

© 1976 Carl Erickson