I didn’t fit in
his neatly round circle
of friends. He said they all

talked about me behind
my back. I'm a shy girl. It's
security I lack. People closest

to you cut you in half. Words
destroy. They are
a knee on my neck –
choking me to death. People

must put you down to make
themselves look stronger. Prejudice
isn’t a color. It’s not
looking out for your brother –

I didn't fit in
his neatly round circle
of friends.