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Square Society

Faye Simpson

In the land of square people,

They live ridged lives,

With right angled rooms made to fit their intended occupants only,

And the ridged rules silently spoken by every straight line,

Bent and broken are often indistinguishable,

For the square mind,

In this curveless space,

Everybody fits into their place.

Or so it’d seem,

Between the boundaries of 2D,

Live creatures like me.

Natural plasticity has allowed me to form a false face,

A more angular appealing shape,

So, I can be a member of this strict society,

Otherwise, no such thing is available to me.

I bend but I am not broken,

I attain and abandon all easily,

Square society was not made for shapeless souls like me.

My differences have been made disabling,

My lack of a true shape is an “issue”

Not inherently,

No, I quite like me,

But square society, has decidedly defined,

That I don’t deserve a space.

Because no matter how I change my face,

My mind, isn’t the right shape.

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