You try to fit me into a circle
Others label me as a rectangle
They have fiercely
Marked my sides and edges

But if you just take a sec
To pick me up
And run your fingers all over my body
And twist me
And turn me around-
Turn me upside down

You would then draw me differently
Because the circle
Has always been,
Is still,
And will always be,
One with the rectangle

by A. G. Bawang

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