The elderly woman just wants her groceries
and to stay out of the way
The black-clad photographer lurking in the corner shadows
wants only to be noticed
The pierced, scowling girl hiding behind her tattoos
wants only to be touched
And the child enduring parental scorn
wants only to be spoken to as though his opinion is worth something
But I - puerile shoulders hunched beneath my hungry, inky blackness -
I just want to be loved.
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