Dinah walked into the room. The conversation stopped.

Every man’s eyes widened, turned to stare,

Every woman’s mouth was frozen in a rounded “Oh,”

No lips moved beneath the coiffured hair.

Dinah stood there, in the spotlight of their rounded eyes,

And wondered if she should have come at all,

The silence was an ice cube, a frozen, solid thing

Were they wondering why she was so tall?

Stock still in the doorway, she hadn’t said a word,

She puzzled, should she say a thing or two?

Would they understand her, would her voice just make things worse?

She stood there, fretting, what was she to do?

Some women started whispering snidely to each other,

Using words like “monster,” “beast” and “freak,”

Knife-like phrases sharper than a dragon-slayer’s lance

Tear drops glistened down poor Dinah’s cheek.

She’d only wanted to fit in this “other world” of theirs,

She’d only wished for love and happiness,

But bigotry turned her around and sent her from the room

She was an outcast, unwanted, a mess.

She walked up to the roof and sadly looked down on the world,

Despairing of the life they’d cloned her for,

Then jumped, a twelve-foot oddity, laboratory born,

Yes, Dinah was a full-grown dinosaur.