The sign had said ...

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The sign had said, “There is no room for that.”
But I didn’t know how to read something so simple.
I thought I learned well enough
for an occasion that did not require casualness.
It was a farce, having to follow tradition.
Knocking on doors, the proper introductions.
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When it comes down to it,
everyone is the same. Everyone is adept
at lying through teeth; charming with their tongues.
It comes with age.
It comes with getting in.
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But I, have not grown yet.
I refuse to be understood.
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And there is no room for petulance.
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