POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
The Chosen One
Alright, here we go! Time to pick teams to play. Just don ’ t pick me first. I ’ m not THAT good. Too much pressure if I ’ m first.
“Jimmy”
Alright, good. I wasn ’ t first. Don ’ t really want to be second either. That ’ s just first on the other team, and I don ’ t want that.
“Mark”
Phew, ok dodged THAT bullet. Alright, I ’ m comfortable with being second. I can live up to that potential.
“Jeff”
“Chris”
Ok, third. That ’ s even less pressure to carry the team. I ’ m servicable, but my shoulders aren ’ t that big. Third is my sweet spot I think. Perfect spot to be.
“Corey”
“Alan”
Alan? I ’ m better than Alan. I think. Maybe it ’ s a toss-up but I would say I ’ m better than him. I wonder why Alan was chosen before me.
“Steve”
“Shawn”
OK. I know I am better than Shawn. I mean look at him. His running shoes are being held together with duct tape and the blade of his stick is so thin. I ’ m not sure he could even shoot properly. At least I can shoot properly. But he went before me? Something isn ’ t right here. I am pretty decent. Why am I not being picked?
“Robbie”
Robbie? Really? He ’ s a runt? They must feel sorry for him or something.
“Jesse”
OK..cmon. This is getting ridiculous. I am better than both of them. Right? I am though aren ’ t I? That isn ’ t ego. I ’ m demonstrably better. I think. Maybe. Hmmmmm. I can ’ t be last picked though, right? RIGHT??
“Sam”
I am last. Wow. Do they not like me? Am I worthless as a player? A person?
“Hahaha, you get stuck with Mike. I was so glad when I got to pick first. I knew I wouldn’t stuck with him”.
They are laughing at me? Well not at me but because they are ‘ stuck ’ with me? Why was I last. I ’ m going to take a shot right at Jeremy for laughing. I ’ ll show him who ’ s last.

