Never the last picked
and the first picked on.
Never were the odd one tricked
into conclusions long forgone.
Never wondered why you didn’t fit in,
why the colour of your eyes, hair, skin,
how you walked, talked, smelt, felt and ate,
fodder for jokes others would bait.
Never challenged stares on trains
just for holding a mismatched hand,
or hear constant, innocent refrains
grate and grind like sand
between your clenched smile.
See the quick judgement of eye
by people wondering if they’re safe
when you sit next them on the bus, how they try
to inch away from you –
See beyond the face,
beyond what’s out of place.