POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Last
I don't get picked first
even though I'm fast and smart
But that doesn't matter to team captains
because choosing teams is an art
You don't pick kids if they're nobodies
Which of course puts me last in line
But when they start calling names,
I can't help but wish for mine
But alas, It's not to be
My turn isn't bound to come
Until they get down to the end
And I'm the only one.