I am a blank canvas, but I can be more.
I can be a can of soup
Or a pile of old clothes.
I can be a boy yelling, “Catch me if you can.”
I can be a blue pyramid,
But small not big.
I can be a statue thinking what to do.
But, right now I am here waiting for someone
To come and paint me. Right now
I am a blank canvas.
It is ok to be blank.
I see all the possibility I could be.
It is ok just being me.
by Kenna, 5th Grade