Little Line People The little line people take one look at me and Turn their heads. I’m embarrassed because they don’t like me. I’m not one of them. They place themselves on the wall so cooly, smoothed and spread out against it– I can’t be like them. I try to impress them, appease them, Look! I can be flat like you! I am one of you! And I suck everything in and take a deep breath and do my best to disappear into shapes and just a singular black outline. The color fades from my face, my cheeks no longer flushed from my earlier shame and my clothes lose their boldness to match the whites of the wall. But the little line people say nothing, Just blink their empty circular eyes. Note: This artist is not interested in receiving critical feedback on her work.
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