Assigned Seats
I feel through senses
You feel common sense
I avoid the fences
You embrace the suspense
It wasn’t a choice
To follow the leader
I too, want a voice
Not just a repeater
But we have assigned seats
In this overpopulated class
I can look, but not touch
I’ll always be last
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2019
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