Franny Broderson ‘24
I saw a woman:
Towering, eccentric, powerful.
Admiring her majestic plump hands,
Thinking, how wonderful.
How wonderful it is to be different.
Her kind runs the world
I live in it.
That’s why I didn’t run.
Why I didn’t see it coming.
Why I was smashed.
Why would
She kill me
When all we
Are is
Different?