Misfit

There is a time and place I am told

Out of time and in the wrong place

Fits like a glove of mine

A misfit of convention

Forming my own line

For the piece of mine, that is sublime

This lone dancer finds her rhythm

I will not compromise to conjecture

That it is not fashionable,

To wear it on the sleeve

In the times that no fit is found, farewell

With a blessing and a smile while I walk a mile

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in Behind the Facade, Camille’s debut contemporary poetry collection. Misfit speaks to the freedom of self-definition — embracing nonconformity not as failure, but as a quietly assured way of moving through the world with integrity and style.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.