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THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH



WHEN I
WAS VERY YOUNG
I DID NOT FIT IN

YOU COULD SAY THE WORLD
WAS A BOX
AND I WAS AN OVAL

TOO MANY QUESTIONS
TOO MANY LOOKS
TOO MUCH APPETITE FOR LIFE
NOT ENOUGH SOCIETY
WAY TOO MANY BOOKS

TOO MUCH HEAD IN THE SKY
TOO MUCH HEAD BELOW TO THE GROUND
TOO MUCH LISTENING TO THE OTHER WORLDS
TOO MANY ANTS TO COUNT

TOO MANY FLOWERS TO SMELL
TOO MANY STEPS TO SKIP
TOO SENSITIVE ABOUT ANIMALS
TOO MANY STRAYS I WANTED TO KEEP
TOO MUCH A CHAMPION WHO HAD LITTLE CHANCE TO LIVE

TOO MUCH HUMMING
TOO MUCH READING ALOUD
TOO MUCH PLAYING AROUND
TOO MANY WORDS SAID ALOUD

WHEN YOU'RE TOO MUCH TOO MANY
YOU WANT TO DISAPPEAR
YOU THINK ABOUT BUBBLES
AND WHAT YOU COULD HIDE IN THERE
OR HOW I MIGHT RIDE MY BIKE TO THE EDGE OF TOWN
AND BEST OF ALL HOW I'D
LEARN THE MAGIC TRICK
OF MAKING ME DISAPPEAR
SO I WOULDN'T INCOVENIENCE MY PARENTS
BY BEING AROUND

ODD TO FIND OUT WHEN I LEFT
I WAS NOT MISSED
SO I DID IT AGAIN
AND SO OFTEN
I BEGAN TO BELIEVE
I DIDN'T EXIST

I EVENTUALLY SPOKE LESS AND LESS...
UNLESS,
I WAS MAKING NEW THINGS UP

I CREATED A
THOUSAND DIFFERENT
LIFE STORIES
AND DID MY BEST TO LIVE UP
TO EVERY ONE:

I WAS AN ORPHAN
WHO RAN AWAY
I HAD A MUCH OLDER SISTER AND A MAIDEN AUNT
WHO OFTEN FORGOT ABOUT ME
AS THEY WERE THE SOCIALITES IN TOWN
I WASN'T CONSIDERED GOOD COMPANY
BECAUSE I REFUSED TO WEAR A GOLDEN GOWN
I WAS THE FORTUNATE TWIN WHO DIDN'T DIE
I WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF WAY TOO MANY CHILDREN
AND MY PARENTS
AFTER A DOZEN CHILDREN
MY PARENTS
NAMED ME
ENOUGH

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/RANT 8:57pm PST NOVEMBER 9 2020
TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE NAME
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL...BUT WITH LEVITY AND DARK HUMOR ADDED.





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