Like a Skyscraper,
Taunts me with my own simplicity.
I am bound to the Earth,
Cursed forever to crawl upon my belly.
I can never reach the sky,
Much less the stars.
Gravity is my limit.
My weight keeps me down
My poverty keeps me down
My own achievements
Keep me down,
A limit by their very existence.
“This one is only good for
This is what my résumé tells the Man –
I am only good for what I’ve already done.
How did I learn
To do all this in the first place?
I could ask.
Such questions get one nowhere.
Our place is not to think.
Our place is to
Here I stand
Looking up at everything
I can not reach,
Unable to fathom how I will ever manage to climb that far up.
Forgetting that I already stand hundreds of feet above the level of the sea….
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