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I remember standing proud in the shadows
Observing those who were belittling me,
Their insults sometimes piercing like arrows
Wondering how different our futures would be
They were the jocks, I, the consummate geek.
Oh, how I wanted to be one of those fellow
Football-players strong, they saw me as weak
They were ironclad, and I like a marshmallow.
When academic standings were announced,
My name always found its place near the top
After school I could count on getting pounced,
I thought the intimidating would never stop.
When I returned for our twentieth-class reunion,
My classmates took note of my achievements
With my tormentors there was no communion,
No one celebrated their calamitous life events.
I felt so disappointed life was passing them by,
For they had every opportunity for success
I wondered if somehow strength did not apply,
But, in the long run, they seemed not in distress. 
It is true that it takes all kinds to make a world,
There is room for both the jocks and the geeks
Think, we are all in the cauldron of life swirled
And none of us deserve being treated like freaks.

written February 27, 2022

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