zebra
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“Zebra Baby,”
The words echoed.
A label for an animal,
Yet it was meant for me.
Did I have stripes on my skin?
Is that why eyes trailed along my length in public?
Eardrums beware
The need for
Beep-bop beats
Pounding rhythms
In the air,
The drums
Voicing zeal
In rapid
Bah-tap-daps
As guitars
Sing sweet,
Sour,
So many strange things running in a carousel
With eerie music round and round,
As the monkey bears its wide-toothily grin
And blood drips from the jaws of the neighboring bear.
