Observation #5

Poem based on observation.

I was sitting on the stairs at our partner school, 

part of our school's Spring play as one of the leads

I remember seeing how much bigger this school is,

compared to ours 100 plus feet from the ground

I saw a girl next to me, she had a book from the library, 

one of Frederick Douglass, she was of hispanic origin 

She seemed particularly tired and today was pajama day, 

and spirit weeks are weird, but I went with it, bringing a pillow 

I unzipped my book bag, my gym shoes, my street clothes, 

books, folders, paper, pencils, pens, and my pillow

I asked if she wanted it, something more comfy than her bag, 

and she said "No thanks" with a look of disgust 

Was it the fact it was a poo emoji pillow or was it me? 

I have the feeling I came off weird, I just don't know how I did

Is it so hard to be chivalrous anymore? In any capacity for that matter? 

I don't know, I don't tend to ask myself much anymore,

and so I move along and carry on.

Author's Note

Feedback appreciated!

Reviews

[Eden-Rose]

Quite a nifty piece of writing. Very cute and unique. Keep up the awesome work! 😋