the unwritten

More than a hundred full moons
led her to this day
when she finally read what was written
between the lines.

She came to their land
with too big a heart
for those whose sole purpose
was to get ahead by stabbing
her in the back.

As she was walking away she wondered
why she spent so much time putting up
with being tolerated-

and the wind whispered that it was
so that she learned to be grateful
for being different.


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