Being Smallish

Being smallish
Being smallish short and cute

Very admirable right
Everyone wishes to carry you
At least lift you up
High into the sky
Maybe give you hugs and kisses

All handled up with smiles
Into ones arms
Tall guys with they hold you so tightly
Not letting go

Being smallish
I’m glad I am
Despite all these amazing qualities

Being smallish brings you
There’s no day people from all walks of life
Wouldn’t stop looking down on you

Firstly, you turn up
In search of a job
Then they think
You are not matured enough

Most guys want to take advantage of you
Thinking you have the brain of a ragworm

Calling you names
Your education is delayed
All in the name of being smallish

Speaking up with
“I’m not a kid”
Eventually becoming your slogan and anthem

Likewise getting something from
The kitchen cabinet
Becomes a problem
Fixing a light bulb
Or even hanging clothes on the drying line

Then how about
Having to walk in the midst of the crowd
Being pushed haphazardly here and there

Not to talk of trying
Out shoes and clothes
Countless times before
Having to get your size
All because you are smallish and most don’t fit

Well now,
Can we tell everyone out there
That being smallish and short
Isn’t a disorder? Can we?

Can people not just look
At the outward appearance
Thereby judging if
You are fit for a job or not

Most short smallish people
Are more than capable

I am a smallish lady
And guess what; I’m glad and proud
To be one.

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