To be a white crow is to accept that people will stop seeing you as a person and start treating you as something to explain, evaluate, and judge. You are placed before the court of glances and conversations, as if misunderstanding grants people the right to measure someone else’s life. But strength is not in remaining perfectly white , strength is in not being afraid of the stains left by the road. My feathers may be too weathered for the purity expected from a white crow, but every mark appeared not from fear , but from choosing my own path. Vulnerability does not make us weaker; it only proves that we lived without hiding. And if one day I must choose between being myself or dissolving into the comfort of a uniform black flock - I will choose to remain different.