"Severed"

By Kira Rodriguez, Contributor

Not to fit, not to belong,

To look out onto the crowd and ask,

Why? Why am I here?

Out of place, unused, unknown.

Surrounded by those I envy.

The blanket of color,

The blanket they made,

The blanket others play in.

I look like them, 

I feel like them,

Gagged yet smooth.

But I’m not them.

They stand tall and proud,

Knowing they belong,

Knowing they’re needed.

They reach high above the ground,

Overlooking it all,

Overlooking me,

As I sit, low to the ground,

Looking up at them,

Knowing I don’t fit,

Knowing I don’t belong.