I do not own Wicked or its characters.. I also have no hold on Emily Dickinson or work. I thought of this after reading Dickinson's "My Letter to the World-"

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is commetted
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me.

Hope you enjoy! Please R & R!

My Letter to Oz

LynnieBee

Fiyero thought of everything. I don't know how he did it, or if I even want to know. At this point, I'm so overwhelmed. No other word comes to mind… I can see Glinda's face and almost hear her squeal, "My Elphie! Speechless!"

A bed, food, soaps, books… I can't help the smile that crosses my face. I looked at the stacks of the latter: history, politics, classic novels, Vinkun assortments, poetry… I stop at that and am completely puzzled by them. I can't help, with a swelled heart, to mutter, "Oh, Yero," as I glance at the magazines he also left for me.

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Fiyero said a week. I've been down here two days. Last night I pulled out one of the poetry books. Only Glinda knows my love of poetry, so why Fiyero chose them is beyond me. Emily Dickinson. Definitely not an Ozian name. I couldn't put the book down. The books spoke in ways…

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Fiyero should be back anytime now. I sat down at this desk 10 minutes ago to write this Oz-damned letter. When reading the Dickinson poems, I was drawn to "my Letter to the World-" and read it over and over again. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. That's where I got the idea for what I'm attempting now.

I only had to sit there for another ½ hour before picking up the pen…

Dear Oz,

I know. I do. At least I partly do.

I understand why the Wicked Witch of the West spread so far and so fast. I understand that you believed him. The Wizard blew in at what seemed the perfect time. Ignorance is blind and I a prime example number one. I wanted to believe in him so bad, I couldn't see he was a tyrant of a puppeteer and we all had invisible strings. With all my books and notes… I couldn't see what lay so clearly between the lines. It should have been jumping off the page at me.

I guess the point of writing this is… Well, I have two things I want to say:

1. I can see every corrupted second and misguidance that led to this horrendous point.

2. I BEG everyone… Please, after time has pasted and influences have settled away… Judge me not for what you have been told, but by fact. Look deeply and thoroughly.

Oz truly,

Elphaba Thropp

After signing my name, I can't help but sit here and stare at it. It seems almost foreign. I'd give everything to simply be Elphaba Thropp, Green Girl… Artichoke, Cabbage… Any of them. I sigh and fold up the paper. I find the poem in the book and mark it with my letter.

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Fiyero and I have just reached the forest beyond the castle walls. We stop to gather everything he has hidden here for us. "Yero, how did you know I like poetry?"

"Fae?"

"You didn't leave the books of poetry?"

"Nnnnooo…" He's now looking at me like I've grown a second and third head. "What are you talking about?"

"Never mind."

As we pick up everything and start to walk again, I can't help but feel as though there are eyes upon us. I turn my head and see Glinda on the balcony of the room she had found me. I hear her mutter, "Oz speed, Elphie." I see her smile in our direction. I wonder if she has ever heard term "loop hole" before.