I Was the Other One
I was not the outgoing one.
That was Shelly.
I was not the perky one.
That was Sheila.
I was not a 60”s diva.
That was Shirley.
They were the ‘It’ Girls.
I was THAT other one.
The one who wore matching barrettes,
And black and gray clothes.
No color.
No pizzazz.
No wow factor.
There is the STRANGE one
They would say as I sat in a chair
Not paying attention to their parties,
Hiding in a corner, as far away from the
Psychedelic strobe lights as I could get.
This was not said in a mean way,
But rather in a disappointed way
You see our mother was an ‘It’ girl too.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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