"A Day With Orange Squash"
A simple beginning,
Paired with a simple life
Fulfilling the desire of fragile bones-
Simply sitting.
Judged simply by my circumference,
Not by my thoughts or my depth.
I blend among the others,
My occupation- sit.
Sit and avoid pairs of eyes to linger in my direction.
I simply desire to keep my life simplistically simple-
Not to complex it with the fate of pie filling or holes
that happen to form a face.
I observe my surrounding-
*The faintness of the stars,
The freshness of the morning*
If I shout, it would be mute
For I am always overlooked-
Perfection isn't just an issue with humans after all.
Not tall enough, not condensed enough,
Not bulky enough, not petite enough
Too lumpy, needing more lumps,
Constantly turned to avoid bruising.
My deformity can never fit a mold.
Witnessing others being chosen over me
Isn't what I call an interest or a hobby-
It's a day in the life.
If I shout, it would be mute
For I am always overlooked-
Perfection isn't just an issue with humans after all.
*"The Beauty of the Trees", Chief Dan George
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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