A New Girl
Hair like corkscrews,
crazy curly and short,
pulled into two plaits,
begging to be let free.
With her eyes wandering about,
she sprouts a smile on my face,
as she boards the bus,
her bag like a tortoise shell
on her back.
A new girl has come to school,
a new friend; a new enemy;
possibilities are endless...
Copyright © Sara Rose | Year Posted 2022
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