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HEADS OR TAILS...
A side glance while you play with your hands..
The look up and down like i got your pants..
The long sigh every time i enter the room, wow the world must be running out of oxygen why your so down in the gloom..
The whispers i hear as i walk by, as i say to myself how many more times am I gunna say hi..
Walking with my lunch tray trying to find some where to sit, the glares and giggles are so loud like fans at a baseball game catching a foul ball that was hit..
Now lets flip this coin and see what on the other side, for life has two road the up and down side..
The glancer makes no eye contact probably not so sure of one self, could come from a family of unloving giants while they feel like the elf..
The sigher takes a breath at a loss of words, because maybe in there household their words are seen as obscured.
The whispers we all know voices are low and not heard, maybe just maybe their thought and opinions are just never preferred..
The one walk timidly with the lunch tray not knowing just where they belong or fit in, might just end up with conditions only a specialist can help with, so their life might actually begin..
So before you become the glancer the whisper or the one who jeers at the person with the tray...,
Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself how would i feel if my coin was flipped today?
Cil K 2015
The following poem was written by a member of JFOTM.
So before you become the glancer the whisper or the one who jeers at the person with the tray...