Wee People
What's fair and right we oft dismiss
While clinging to our prejudice.
But biggest biases of all
Are aimed at us, the short and small.
What's tall or towers people praise,
But opposites get no bouquets.
Short applicants are shown the door,
And folks the undersized ignore.
You call us names that really hurt
Like small fry, shorty, shrimp, and squirt.
And pygmies, peewees, half-pints, runts
And dwarf and midget are affronts.
You should not judge on size alone.
James Madison could hold his own.
Attila was a little Hun.
Napoleon was number one.
I look you squarely in your knees
And ask politely would you please
Become a bit more circumspect
And give to us our due respect.
To terminate this diatribe,
If tales some heroes would describe
As "little, dark, and handsome," then
Perhaps I'll not complain again.
(But pale and homely people might.)
Copyright © Richard Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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