Impoverished but well loved, yet
another school my lot.
Missing friends not yet forgot
I'm hesitant, uncertain.
A scholarship on offer, if
worthy of selection.
Matching patterns and collections
easily completed.
From the schoolyard leader came the
sneering challenge, a weapon
"Are you a scholar?" Threaten'd
and indignant, I retreated.
Suddenly aware of the yawning
gulf discovered, I begin
secret elation held within;
the difference to be cherished.
From the countryside of age, I
see myself reflected
in the children oft rejected,
nurturing their difference.
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