Realities of a Small Man
The realities of
the 3rd percentile
are being mistaken for an age
not our own
Call us tiny, miniscule, minute,
petite, pint-sized;
But never insignificant,
With a voice begging to be heard
and a heart desperate to be loved
by those around
Dreading the struggles
of outfit shopping;
pants that drag
and sleeves that sag.
The tiresome life
of seeming so weak and incapable,
but in reality being stronger than most,
Overall maintaining a positive perspective on life;
as by necessity spending our days
looking up.