I should have known that it would come down to this.
That something was terribly amiss.
Now I realize that I do not belong.
That something is going on that is very wrong.
Now I know the lousy truth
And have found plenty of proof.
That has really made me aware
Of why people stop to look down and stare.
If only I had grown nice and tall,
I would have had it all.
Instead I'm referred to as 'little' or 'small.'
Let the underdogs triumph and the mighty fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem