Pale clerk
Pink pale skin
A mouth that wants to smile
A disability in the body
Some deficiency in the mind
But a will to joy nevertheless
Down the aisle to replace lost items
Heavy steps and a light aura
The other clerks move around
half embarassed in their normal skin
Yet this pale clerk moves through
For she belongs
Her condition hasn't limited her
The place is hers
ownership radiates
simply being who she is
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