A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others.
It chops it, spins it,
taps it in quick motions.
The ball is released again,
being manipulated,
but it's still given a chance
to be a hero.
It has a chance to score,
to make a difference in the game.
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
being manipulated, but still given chances.
Let me float
In a sea of poetry,
Words weaving my hair,
Verses like seawater
Trickling into my heart
And lapping against the shores
Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson. He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches
I know the rules and rights are
The same:
For boys and girls
And everyone in between,
We are supposed to stand
On the same uneven ground,
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