You told me to shave off the corner to the left
Then I’d fit in no big deal
Throw away the colour and mute the sparkle
Lie quietly in shade unnoticed because it was you
They were interested in, you who shone
You shaved the corner away leaving me the scraps
In a heap on the floor so I’d tidy up the mess
Next corner took more work resistance had built
With hacking here and there you removed it
Smiling satisfied with your victory over the darned edges
You were smoothing as you pointed out
Where you decided I would fit soon
Couple more corners and some sanding
For the square to become a smooth circle
Transition simple if only I’d not fight against your wisdom
People would admire what you made of me
In your creatorship status except
Something had hit that nerve so it was raw
Exposed enough for rebellion
And I fought quietly till I found my voice
The glue stuck the corners back so I’d never fit
Into that space you wanted for me to inhabit
Edges sharper than I remembered as I fought
And brought myself back from the brink
Of fitting in where I filled a space but couldn’t belong
Ailsa
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