Not everyone is meant to wear
Ruby slippers. Not everywhere
Does a road of yellow brick lead
To an Emerald City. You need
Not be a wizard to see past
ifs and onlys into the vast
plains where a scarecrow – all her ends
Hanging askew – her sense contends:
Yes, straw sticks out my stitched in teeth
And yes, my hat sinks down beneath
My ears. And yes, I cannot run –
Muscles flexing like everyone
Else. When the crow lands on my frock,
When songs of crickets pick and mock
And think a scarecrow void of thought
Know – Oh Joy, rapture, I think not.
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