Twenty young children
Sat in the bright-lit classroom,
Their soft cheeks lifted high
Pink and red they bloom.
But poor little Rahni
Sat away from all the rest,
Her blue eyes downcast
And arms folded across her chest.
The teacher approached her last
And asked her quietly,
The same question she had asked them all
“If you were an animal, what would you be?”
Rahni took a deep breath
And stared into the wrinkled face,
Pity stitched into every aged line
She wished to escape this place.
“If I were any animal
I would be a beautiful horse,
For then I could run and run and run
Away from here of course.
“I would sense when there is danger
And escape before it hits,
For I would have the strength
And most importantly, the wits.
“I could turn and I could fight
Pure muscles at my side,
I could rear and kick and bite
No more need to hide.
“People would look up to me
Aghast by my beauty
No more frowns, no more winces
No more strait, black pity.
“If I could be a horse
I would no longer be a freak,”
Rahni concluded her statement
A single tear running down her bruised and battered cheek.
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