Left Out

We go to recess and games begin.
I can’t join that group, they have an even number.
I can’t play over there, I’m not fast enough.
I sit at recess at watch them play games.

That young girl didn’t know what to say
how to be included
or who to talk to
She kept quiet, thinking that’s how she was meant to stay.

I feel close to her today
her wounds still burn inside
the memory plays on repeat
But I know better now than to sit back and watch.

What I’m feeling is hurt
left out
purposefully excluded
I deserve better than being outside.

I’m learning to speak up
for what I need, when others don’t know
for how I feel, so you might understand
I’m learning to speak up that my voice might be heard.

Photo: Hipnos

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