Ideas
If I were in school.
I would get my paper.
Crumpling, and tearing.
Compiling, and filing.
My room is covered in paper!
The paper is impatient.
I turn on the fan.
And the room becomes a fluttering mess.
I haven’t been in school in years.
But I still write and tear and crumple.
Even when the school bus passes by, without me.
And I’m still writing, alone.
I guess I’m writing for fun these days.
I guess that’s how we become poets…
With ideas like…
If I were in school.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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