Out of place he stands rigidly at attention
Alone, shunned by the others like him
A tooth incompatible with my mouth
My secret shame hidden behind my lips
Yellow dingy and discolored, too far
Out of place for the toothbrush to reach
Wisdom teeth too many crowd
My mouth with a mismatched button
My deformed bottom bite makes
My smile the sun behind the clouds
Without funds to fix the problem
And fearful of the dentist’s drill
My tongue makes her peace with
The lone soldier of the braces brigade
