Segment 31: When a Third WorldCame West

We stood linking the ends of each others hands in front of Diane more because it was the thing to do than because we really wanted to do it because we both felt uncomfortable and kept shifting our weights as we stood.  There we were under the white bridal arch with wicker X’s that crossed and made room for the fake plastic ivy vines to wind through their spaces to create a border that was as contrived as Sam’s idea for going through with this…

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Why do I stand off

to the side?



Why do I choose to

Break instead of abide?



Perhaps you’ll understand

I’m not like this by choice

I couldn’t be any other way,

Unless I wish to lie.



I’ve been shoved out

Of the main frame



Stabbed in the front

Shoved into lockers and

Told to change



Because I’m

Just a little too different.



Because I’m

Not afraid to be me.



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It always amazes me when I think of the lengths that some people will go to be in the limelight. That’s not me.



Different? I don’t think so. I’ve never been known for being unusual in any way except that I don’t compete.



Born at seven pounds and standing not so tall at 20 inches, I started with an unremarkable childhood. I grew up in a lovely suburb where I studied as much or as little as any ordinary child, and only excelled in English and languages.



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