I often feel like an outsider.
Less than.
Someone that snuck in the back door.
Unworthy to have a seat at the table.
Talked over.
Talked thru.
Dismissed.
Insignificant.
…and then, he reaches for me
And that small gesture
Becomes everything.
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I often feel like an outsider.
Less than.
Someone that snuck in the back door.
Unworthy to have a seat at the table.
Talked over.
Talked thru.
Dismissed.
Insignificant.
…and then, he reaches for me
And that small gesture
Becomes everything.
