People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Flying now miles above the clouds,
a solid field of white, like deep snow.
What lies beneath now hidden, both
the clouds and below alien landscape.
I remember snow when I lived small, in
areas which chilled to freeze, below. Two
feet of snow overnight, recalls my two feet
ensconced in bright yellow storm boots.
How I had been teased and hassled
because my boots were yellow and black.
Now I saw, looking from the corner of my
eye, how they all envied my warm, dry feet.
It taught me perspective even then,
I think. I need only take a mental step
sideways to change my view, my reaction.
It gave me confidence, perhaps misplaced
It allowed me to make fun of myself. Fun
to steal the sting of barbs thrown by others.
Not every day, but many. So I could survive
my youth, my adolescence, with minor scars.
Scars which became badges to my rite
of passage. Scars from going first, being
braver, if more foolhardy, in my quest to
find and realize my true and only self.
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