POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Teams
Team one. Team two.
Choose your teammates.
One gets chosen and then another.
Another person gets up and then the other.
One by one, kids get chosen and yet not me.
I wait and wait. Waiting to be one of the chosen. But my time doesn’t come.
Frowns form on their faces as I am last to be chosen.
Complains spill from their mouth as I wait to be chosen.
Team one and team two play.
Just without me.
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