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I'm an outcast. Not by choice, obviously But my meager amount of friends Earns me that label. I'm an introvert, I suppose. I'm not antisocial, Just socially awkward. Is that really my fault? Do I really deserve The names The tauntings Or the laughter? Maybe I do.
square
Square. Basket case. Teenage dirtbag. Loser. Creep. That's all I ever hear. That's all they ever call me. But hey, Those are my favorite songs.
major
The stars All twinkling merrily, As bright as a child's eyes, As small as the freckles that are sprinkled across my nose. I gazed upward And tried to connect the dots. It took me a few moments to find her, Find the outline of the bear Callisto, Ursa Major, Whom I was named for. My mother stepped out, Found me in the pouring rain That darkened my hair And made my skin shimmer. My head was tilted upwards, Eyelashes fluttering furiously as rain intruded Into my wide eyes. My nightgown lifted around my ankles Somehow still light and drifty in the showers. My mother watched me for a moment, Then said, clearly over the quickly retreating rain; "You look invincible." I turned slowly, Blinked at her, And the corners of my mouth turned up. "I am."
teach
"Like this," I told her, Bringing the wand to my lips. I blew Lightly, Softer than a summer breeze And the bubbles tumbled out, Pushing and shoving Lingering only a moment Before drifting away, Iridescent and flawless, Spheres of light Transparent and glimmering In the struggling winter sun. She exclaimed in delight, Pointing, kicking the ground Making dirt plume up around our ankles. I smiled at her At the eyes that sparkled brighter than the bubbles. She learned a new thing today. It's an honor to be my baby sister's teacher.
ground
Stuck. Buried deep, Miles beneath their words They tripped me, Stuck out their foot As I passed Just like they always do. But this time I stayed on the ground, My cheek pressed to the fuzzy blue carpet. What did I ever do to them?