I am the infinite other,
not part of the unconscious, We.
Looking for a way to belong,
I circle the periphery.

I’m unwittingly complicit,
in my continued exclusion.
I am of the uncouth, unwashed,
the amended constitution.

Until all see my image too,
read, “We the People” in my name,
this will be a house divided,
and the other, I shall remain.

M. Zane McClellan

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