Youth Soccer

Understanding that this is the world,
the little girl throws her hands skyward
and shrieks death to all before her.

Though she has yet to age           and age.

Though she has yet to be so clearly misunderstood
mistaken for something she is not.

Though she has yet to explain           when no explanations are due.

Though she has yet to be overlooked
     to feel inescapable attraction
     to walk so very many miles
     to be asked not to say
     to be wary to admit.

Today, she is a little girl
     thriving in a painful world,
     upset with an upset world,
     existing in this very world,
flailing arms, piercing screams, and all.

Youth Soccer

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