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Stick Out

From the moment we are born

They don’t want us to stick out

 

As you come out of your mother’s vagina

She screams this very important question,

“Is my baby normal?”

 

The moment she hears back yes

Is when the pain she once felt is relieved

 

Yet we, the babies, just acquired all the pain she just felt

 

Our mother can now rest peacefully knowing

Her child could be mistaken for another child in the incubator

 

Because I’m sure none of them stick out

 

This poem is for the kids that stick out

Because from the day we are born

We are told that sticking out is never okay

 

The first time I realized I stuck out was

When I was in elementary school

 

My belly, my butt, my rolls

 

The moment my family saw me start to stick out

Was the moment I started to lose respect

 

I was in sixth grade when my grandma told me to lose some weight

Now all of a sudden I was the hot topic of family conversations

 

“Diabetes

Depression

Laziness

How did she get so fat?”

 

In junior high, my friends told me

My eyes stuck out

 

They took me I looked crazy

As if I could kill someone

And that they could spot me from a mile away

 

That was the second time I knew I stuck out

 

The third time I knew I stuck out was

When I grew a bump on my head

 

I was always asked if it was a tumor

And I always said no

And it always ended with

You should get it removed

 

So now that something sticks out

I have to get it fixed?

 

By the third time I saw the pattern

Sticking out is not okay

So I started to stick in

I lost weight, I closed my eyes, I got surgery

 

The only thing that sticks out anymore

Is my ability to try and fit in

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