My head will always hit the shallow end of the pool,

Or perhaps it just drains when I dive in.

I’m trusted no depths of my own:

Wherever I go I am told

I am not man enough

(On one hand)

Or advantaged too much

(On the other)

To understand the world.

Even if it’s true,

(Perhaps it is,

I’m no Other, and I know it)

It makes me wonder why

 

No one thinks of me

As an emissary.11188324_10101656964895917_9068624661168065170_n

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