strutting peacocks on the stage

the fear then

was being thought of

as ordinary

we pimped ourselves out

in clothes of colour

loud exclamatory statements

how we were gonna be great

strutting peacocks on the stage

& now

we hide ourselves away

afraid of the spotlights

loud noises pointing fingers

fearful of being thought

extraordinary

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