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
on outside.
I don’t know why they’re fighting,
but it’s not them I wonder about.
It’s her.
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
rush hour.

By Selasi, 4th grade
[photo by vickykc via flickr]

This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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