POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Last I Am Picked
The last petal to be picked,
But I am shriveled of vitality
From the loss of attention
That waters my mortality.
Last I am picked
Out of pity.
Maybe I’d be chosen first
If only I was pretty.
This life of constant hope
That I could be first…
It’s exhausting
And utterly cursed.
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