Poems from New York, #14 Posted bymauriconnorsNovember 30, 2016Posted inUncategorized Maybe when we moved away from home We became so happy to be among friends that we forgot all those unlike us
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My first read of this thought you meant we friend those unlike us because we are happy to have friends–and learn their differences are ok, not scary, etc. My second read thinks you mean the opposite. But maybe it’s something in between.
🙂 I think I was trying to get at the feeling you have when you find yourself among like minded people after maybe feeling different – you feel so happy to be among your own that maybe you forget the people you came from, that you might be different from.