My Happy Heart

i

there are table
specially made for our kind

and some chairs too

they are made for
solo settings

ii

i sit on one of those
chairs
most often

and i eat on such
tables
more than what is
necessary

iii

sometimes people
stare at me

i eat alone, i sip my own cup of tea
alone

and it does not
really bother me

i am familiar with such
feeling
i am at home
and my heart is still a happy
place
for my dwelling

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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