Us and Them

We follow in Their perfect footsteps,
Imitating Their perfect lives,
Striving to be one of Them,
Hoping They will see Us
Standing there, waiting for
A kind word of acceptance.
They notice Us, but only as Outcasts,
Lowly peasants who wear tattered jeans
And ripped shirts
And coats that aren't always clean.
We are shoved away and forgotten by Them
Because They are too proud and arrogant
To be seen with Us,
The weak, the ugly, the self-conscious.
They fear Us;
They are scared of what others will think
If They accept Us as Their friends.
They are afraid that if They offer
That one kind word of acceptance to Us,
They will become Us.
It is not Their pride or Their popularity
That They hide behind to make Us flee;
It is Their fear.
We are the Inferior,
They are the Perfect.
When will They see that They
Are just as Inferior as Us?

Michelle Elizabeth Bernard

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