We are supposed to be there
But be inconspicuous
Like the air we feel
But cannot see
Our visibility is on demand
Not in demand
Like a circus animal
Called to be
For our otherness
To be put on display
To amuse
Subjected to abuse
We are privileged
Exceptional others
Selected on proven good behavior
You'll not disturb the peace
Rock the boat
Burn the boat
This is how we are preferred
There but not visible
Except on demand
For leisure
Paraded for pleasure
That they too can be
Though to a limit
Not for long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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