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.


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