Inclusion

But here I am, foisted into a corner. My back straight, still as a scarecrow. Mean as a scarecrow. And they are like birds, But instead of fleeing, they are simply chirping. Not even at me, but around and around. They are chatting, and my own teeth are chattering, but it’s not loud enough for them to hear. Welcome, welcome! Welcome to this event that everyone cares about for some reason. I want to just pretend to faint, so maybe they’ll say I can go home. And hey! They’ll have something to laugh about when I’m gone. But no, they need me. They will laugh when they get home, but here I am welcome, welcome, welcome. And they call it inclusion.