"Toy Dinosaur"
By Bria Blauvelt
Terrible lizard is what the ancients knew me as.
Of course, the real me couldn’t make any friends.
Year after year, I tried to get close to them.
Dinosaurs are to be feared, they had told me.
In my heart, I started to believe that what they said was true.
No longer did I wish to be real, so I did the only thing I knew to do.
Oh, how I wish we all would realize the power of our words.
Sometimes, the games we play to toy with others truly are absurd.
All that I said and did made me take on falsely given names.
Under the surface, I lost myself as my heart fed me lies.
Revived, once again, I am reminded that to be merely made of plastic is nothing compared to being alive.
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