Third Place
i'm sitting on the table
shining my best
hoping to show
that i'm more than that title plated across my golden exterior
at the end of the day
they take the first and second but me they left behind
feeling unwanted and unappreciated
just wanted to be in a home where everyone would be proud of me
but instead i don't matter i'm in last place so they leave me here
if i had a face
you would see my tears
then that one day a girl came last and i was assigned to her
she held me up with so much pride
took me home and polished me till i shine
at that point i was happy
because before i would long for someone to take me home
when someone would pick me up i rejoiced and had hope
only to feel disappointed when they put me back and walked away
but with her i was like a first in her eyes
for the first time in my life i wasn't third anymore
Copyright © Karima Griffin | Year Posted 2009
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