Lexi Cyr
Grade 7
I am glad I am not a soccer ball
Kicked and thrown by everyone
The prize everyone fights for
I am glad I am not a book
Opened to everyone
My serets revealed to the wrong person
How cool I am not to be a penny
Sitting alone on the sidewalk for anyone to take
Worthless to many
I am here and invisible
I am the door of opportunity
I am the thought you resent to think
I am the question that lingers
I am the earthquake
Shaking the Earth
My stomach is the knot
That ties my own words
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