Unkindness of Strangers

She felt unwelcome in her own life;
Like the grey old lady hair
You found in your school dinner as a kid.
She repulsed those around her,
Who wanted to carry on
As if she wasn’t there,
Unwelcome, unwanted.
But once seen,
Onlookers could not un-see her.
Like the long grey hair,
Pulled from between your teeth,
Rendering a whole meal impalpable
And making your stomach churn.
She wanted to declare
‘I am normal’
But her scars sang a different song.
Attempts at normality,
Highlighted difference.
Would she always be
A long grey hair?

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