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the Copernican Principle
you couldn’t pay me to be in middle school again
that time when every awkward moment
every lisped word
was the center of surgical precision and ridicule
when the mean girls didn’t like me
but neither did my friends
and that was the one that bit
so young
i was a fixed point
with satellite planets mocking my every thing
the sun and moon unable to break their orbits to save me
the sun rises and sets
a spotlight
the moon whispers words of comfort
as she fades
(night by night)
i struggle through math
attempting to ignore “bitch” written on my books
whispered repeatedly so teachers’ couldn’t hear
whispered to worm its way
to my molten
core
i wish i knew then
that the sun and planets do not revolve around the earth
around me
that aristotle was wrong
copernicus came in and corrected him
we are heliocentric
the earth’s gravitational pull
is not mine to play with
is not mine to understand
but i still try
as i rotate and orbit around the sun
the other planets
(in their own fixed orbits)
are not my concern
those girls are no longer near me
and their hurt is finally fading
i’ve put myself back together
since those long ago 8th grade days
i’ve fixed my lisp with a tongue piercing
and i’m surrounded by friends that care
i am no longer aristotle’s earth
i am the sun
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