“I Pick it Up”

In third grade I looked at myself every day in the mirror

And never once recognized the face,
But I started this club by handing out these paperclips
And everyone wanted to be in it.
Growing up,
I learned that there was nothing to do
And just as somebody’s gotta win,
At this monitored game on security cameras,
Somebody’s gotta lose,
In this colorful plight
Of others,
I grab
The kaleidoscope
For the understandings
Of other weird looking beings.

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