I have had it with this girl.
As I chew on this biscuit,
her shadow walks across
the wallpaper as if it is hers.
She lifts her hands to her ears
so she can avoid the fight going
I don’t know why they’re fighting,
but it’s not them I wonder about.
I think she was like me once,
a seed in a giant apple
of fighting and living.
I look out, into the rush,
but all that I see is
By Selasi, 4th grade
[photo by vickykc via flickr]
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