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I'm In Here
Abbi L.

A child too young to know.
An adult old enough to know better.
What do you see?
Do you really see me?

Did you know you're staring?
Nothing to see here.
You looking at me?
Of course you are.

Used to it now,
After all these years.
But the pain sticks in my ribs
Old, familiar, sharp.

At the supermarket in line,
The book store too.
Never seen my kind,
Out like normal people.

My head held high
As I've learned to do.
Can't you see?
I'm just like you.


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