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The New Kid
“When I was the new kid, pussy was just a cat,
sex was just a gender, 69 was just a number, and
bang was just a sound.”--Anonymous.
I was far from invisible,
ten schools in ten years; incredible.
I became the sometimes pariah,
stranger and me indivisible.
I was the perpetual new kid,
popular as an arachnid;
growing up fast and hard, all fists
and intellect, making sure I did
not anger leaders, nor bully
their followers, making teachers fully
impressed, carving my place at the table,
living much of the time mid--gully
between friends and belligerent foes,
I stayed strong eating my Cheerios,
surfing more highs than undercurrent lows--
emerging with all my fingers and toes.
So I’ve never managed to be
invisible, though it could key
less stress and strife, happier me;
instead of always fighting and never flee.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub