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.

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