I’m that last
Child to be
Picked that bruised
Peach at the
Market that broken
Skate and lost
Key at once
Purposed and now
Purposeless I sit
And wait for
Someone to see
Me for what
I can be
Rather than what
I am not
I’m that last
Child to be
Picked that bruised
Peach at the
Market that broken
Skate and lost
Key at once
Purposed and now
Purposeless I sit
And wait for
Someone to see
Me for what
I can be
Rather than what
I am not