Portraits Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Portraits
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, August 24,2015

The last one to be called
The last one on the list
The last one to be noticed
The last one to be kissed

The last one notified
The last one verified
The last one classified
Yet the first one vilified

The first one crucified
The first one critiqued
The first one dehumanized
The first one underutilized

The last one up for that promotion
The last one to receive any kind of devotion
The last one to be heard
The last one to be referred

The last one to utter a word
The last one to be preferred
The last one to be transferred
The last one to be conferred

Always considered one that's slow
Always the first one to be let go
Always the last one to know
Always the last blessings upon to bestow

The one that never feels the trills
The one that is always walking up hills
The one that is always sleeping
The one that is never worth keeping

The one of an average physique
The one never listened to while I speak
The one with no technique
The one that is truly an antique

Behind closed doors never I peek
Midnight rendezvous never I seek
Strong yet considered weak
Never chic nor in a popular clique

A plain-Jane never mystique
Lines straight never oblique
Always thought of as a freak
But yet I'm truly very unique