POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Always Chosen Last
I never liked the feeling
Of always being chosen last
Especially when my friends
Apologized for having passed
They looked right in my eyes
As they chose their teams
And decided they should choose
Another kid whose eyes did beam.
I knew that I was not so great
At kicking the kickball
Or running ‘round the bases
Sometimes I would even fall
So though it hurt I understood
I was not my friends’ first pick
But being chosen last
Almost always made me sick.
But then a miracle occurred
A new kid came to town
And he was even worse than me
I could not help but turn my frown
For on the day the new kid came
Hurt became part of my past
On that joyous, magical day
I was not chosen last.