Absorbed Attention by A.R.C.

Imagine being

In my shoes

Armor impenetrable

By all

But it's a

Danger to itself

Any who come

Too close

Are left

With cuts

Or bruises

Judgement

Received

Every 

Single day

By my size

Drowned in

Water

Ensuring

Authenticity

Every nick 

And cut

Depreciates

My value

Enslaved

By chains

Of a man-made

Design

Imprisoned

In pockets too 

Tight to be safe

If I was 

A little more like

The rest 

Would I 

Then be 

Able

To get

A little more 

Peace

Less judgement

And 

More freedom?