Tadpole

A cruel joke on nature's part,
Half old,
Half young.

No habitat to call my own,
Both offered worlds exclude,
Condemning those who break the mold,
Condemning me for thinking,
Growing,
Learning.

"Weird!"
Cry they,
Pointing crooked fingers at me,
The unnatural oddity,
Then blindly continue their routine,
Methodically stomping upon my pleading form,
Destroying
Me,
The alien,
The strange one,
The freak.

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