Never was a cornflake girl,
hangin’ with the raisin girls
was no good, because
I’m a nut cluster—
the raisin girls gathered
with the cornflake girls; they all
pointed, giggled, and walked away
to start a whisper campaign.
Never enough nut clusters around to
make myself feel right in this small world,
they—like trust—are hard to find,
not a one like another anyway.
I thought I saw one once,
but it was just the cornflake girls
clumped around a raisin girl.
Seeing her caught in the middle
I tried to help her,
but she gave me the finger. Well, fine,
be a train wreck all your life,
I don’t mind—I got better cares to give.
If you need me, I’ll be over here
on the edge—the outsider on the outskirts—
doing my own thing like I always do.
Steady as she goes—persistent and patient,
Watch me, I will prevail.
Cornflake Girl Revisited. LJWR 8/4/2015