Having grown up in the Midwest,
I assumed this was a cornflower
(My favorite dress in third grade
Was “cornflower blue”)
But no, I’m told, this is chicory,
And something in me feels I should apologize
(To the plant, if not to you) —
After all, I know how I used to feel
When I was called by other names:
Whether flattering or less so,
It still made me feel invisible —
A feeling that happens more often as I age…
I’m so grateful now to the family and friends
Who still see me.
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