To Everyone Who Spoke Too Softly.

All I knew is that when she spoke to me, softly.
It was so loud.
“How come I am three times too big, and the room is three times too small?”
I could see her fading into the wallpaper.
I didn’t understand how a Ruby could question that.
She was bright. 
In my mind, most people were.
Most stories I have read throughout my life will give you cliches of why a significant person was different to them than anyone else in their lives.
I guess I am another walking cliche because I am forevermore someone who
thought Ruby’s degree of brightness was overwhelming.

It was so loud,
It had me screaming at the top of my lungs in a room that seemed too small, with a girl who spoke three times too big. 
Ruby was not different because she had a pretty cover,
She wasn’t much of a lover.
This significant person in my life was an observation.
A preconceived notion,
A population of people developed into an idea.
Ruby was you.
Ruby was I.

Ruby was everyone who asked, softly. 
“How come I am three times too big, and the room is three times too small?”
An observation that made me fully aware,
that some things in life aren’t fair.
Ruby’s that let themselves fade into the wallpaper 
Inhaling a different wavelength than what others saw.
Tragic, causing black magic.
If only they could all fall down a rabbit hole,
and let their curious minds know.
we determine our size, and how great it can be.
In wonderland.
Where everyone spoke, so very loud.
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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