POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Spot Me
Spot me,
you’ll see me clearly.
When you see a group walking together, you’ll see someone behind walking alone,
unseen by everyone.
A nobody sitting behind somebody,
chosen last,
by everybody.
Last doesn’t mean less, I say.
But then again,
less very much means last.