Ariel

Rookie (San Jose, California)

Sometimes Said The Pixie - Poem by Ariel

Sometimes
I feel I don’t belong
In this world
Of Giants

Such as when I sit in a chair
And my back doesn’t touch it’s back
And my feet swing a few inches
Above the floor.
Or when I sit at a table
And the wooden tabletop is level
With my neck.
Or having to climb on a chair
To reach the second shelf.

Then there are the Looks
One gets from Them.
The Amused Look
They give me when I ask Them
To get something down
That I couldn’t quite reach.
The Surprised Look
From the Ticket-Lady
When I pay the full adult price.
The Pity Look
I get while watching Men dance with Women
Who come up to Their chins
And not the middle of Their chests.

And knowing
For the rest of my life
It would be this way,
Out of place
In a World of massive, oversized proportions.

I wonder how I seem to Them,
The Giants who give me the Pity Look;
And I wonder how they would do
In a world fitted for me.

(1987)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 10, 2010



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