May 18, 2017
By , Metairie, LA

We only hid enough of us – 
so, others could not see.

Quick to hate – Slow to accept
That we were different
Wishing to be like them, but never
Never were we to admit it –

It drove us crazy, passing them each day
Resentful– Longing– 
Covetous of their looks, family, friends– 
We desired their life –

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