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TITLE: Belonging By Gerri Wright 11/10/09 |
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Belonging
A misfit
That’s what I’ve always been
A slice of French silk pie
In a bakery of angel food cake
Hiking boots on a rack of ladies high heels
Louis Armstrong performing after Mozart
A cottage on a street of mansions
A diamond set in a gumball machine ring
A mutt at a dog show
Where only poodles take first prize
Misunderstood, mocked
Overlooked, ostracized
Shunned, solitary
Ever wondering what was wrong with me
Even my kittens always ran away
How many pets, eccentricies, passions, dreams
Must one give up in a lifetime
Just to find a place to belong?
Self being slowly worn to smooth, featurelessness
Like ancient, weather-beaten stone
I learned to blend in
To be a wallflower
I became invisible
Imagine then my wonder
To find myself transplanted
To discover a place where people saw me
And valued what they saw
To be where French silk is a favorite
Comfortable shoes are preferred
All dogs are part of the pack
Jazz of individual souls
Echoes away to the starry night sky
And every gem is brought to the Master Jeweler
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