Posted in Poetry

I drew the short straw

I DREW THE SHORT STRAW

Looking around

What do I see?

Everyone else

Is taller than me

I crane my neck

to see into their eyes

It takes more effort

to see through their lies

Bottom of the food chain

Bottom of the growth chart

But my height doesn't change

what I have in my heart.

What's up, my dudes?

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