The Spike Poem Anthology II

by Zephyr Spark

I Hate Being Short

Why does everyone have to be so gosh darn tall?
Is it too much to ask that I could be taller?
Actually, let me rephrase that.
Is it too much to ask everyone else to stop being giants?
Why can’t we be the same height?
Yeah, I know everybody’s special and blah blah,
But having to stand on my tiptoes to reach a bookshelf stinks.
And I bet banging your head on every door frame isn’t too fun either.
Can’t we all be similar heights? It’s not that we need to be fixed.
I’d love some adjustments. I doubt I’m the only one.
I shouldn’t have to wear stilts. You shouldn’t have to walk on your knees.
I just want to fit in.
Actually, let me rephrase that.
I want them to fit around us.