Our World
By Meredith Holladay
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Standing on a board, that is balanced on a cone,
Crouched hugging my knees, I’m utterly alone,
High up in a world where value has no place,
I’m untouchable and ugly, an outcast in disgrace.
I’m watched and mocked and scorned, for I’m hideous I guess
But it seems to bounce right off, for I ear it less and less.
The wind whirls by and bites me, in this open void,
‘Til my body’s worn down and my tolerance destroyed,
Rocking back and forth, teeter tottering on this board,
My feet are losing balance and I’m not tied to a cord!
Crouching on a board, in this isolated zone,
My feet are getting tired waiting utterly alone….
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