Poem: Boundaries
Last on the their list
but first on mine.
I listen to music
that I compose myself
They can march with me
waltz with me
shuffle with me
or they can choose not to
I cannot control their reaction
but I can control mine.
Turn the other cheek
they always say
I simply turn around
and my face is in shadow
they cannot read my expression
which unsettles them to no end.
My world is pieced together
and might join theirs
or might not.
You are welcome to visit
but remember that you
are just that
a visitor,
not a homesteader.
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