Plates

These white rectangles –

rounded at the corners

with raised black letters and numbers

covered in yellow splat remains –

remind that I am not like you.

The otherness makes me feel

Bigger.

Badder.

Bolder.

And I grip it like a shield.

What will I be,

when we’re all the same?

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