Alone

birds migrate south for the winter

i just watch their 'v' formation above

even the hurricanes know their destination

i don't even have a compass

 

girls are pretty in makeup and designers

i scratch designs in my notebook

boys play and joke

i keep my nose in a book

 

the wallflowers envy the happy

the smarts have a future

the self-assured straightened out their past

the confident live in the present

 

i fell off of time's wheel

watching it go

not dizzy and bruised

but not determined to dust myself off.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
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