What is it you tried to lay on me
I can’t quite see it clear, true edges blurred
Pushing or patting squeezing corners into a round
Sweet circle of blandness
From edgy and different with sharp contrast to the rest
Push those corners they don’t fit
They are the things that make me different from you
So they were sucked inside
From jutting angles of……
To something resembling an orange round at last
But the corners are inside and I look crushed
Wizened and bleached after being in the sun
I hid in the dark buried it all
Juices and blood flowing again in this crumpled skin
And the segments pop with excited surprise
At last they sing
We can be as we should have been
Not pushed down stuffed away to be acceptable
Like a hive of bees they buzz alive again
Taking their own skin over and the orange peel shall thin
To let the glorious flesh forth
In all it’s difficult difference
It’s corners back glistening with stardust
And an audible sigh ahhhhh
As the square no longer forces itself to fit
I have been freed
Ailsa
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