She sits
sealed in a vacuum,
detached from the rest.
There’s an un-crossable line
round an invisible corner.
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Understood intentions
never to trust,
alone in a room
filled with the righteous.
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Duplicitous smiles
evasive eyes
reveal the truth
they assume can’t be seen.
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Who are the chosen
and who gets to decide?
–
©Shelli Carlisle 2010
Scattered Nonsense 
I really enjoyed this poem and the photo. You capture the concept of a black sheep or shunned one very well with your words. I also like that the mannequin is platinum blonde and stands way out. Thank you for sharing.