How lovely is the beach on which the
children play
on which I will never play
As I drive through the streets bordered by school children I think
Never will I be one of them
A yellow bus smiling faces peer at me
Never will or was I a smiling face
Girls with thick hair whip it across
their shoulders
Never will I have hair to whip across
my shoulders
But they, they will never sleep in a hospital bed, dying
Only I shall suffer that fate.
children play
on which I will never play
As I drive through the streets bordered by school children I think
Never will I be one of them
A yellow bus smiling faces peer at me
Never will or was I a smiling face
Girls with thick hair whip it across
their shoulders
Never will I have hair to whip across
my shoulders
But they, they will never sleep in a hospital bed, dying
Only I shall suffer that fate.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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