Crow, 10th- Oakland, CA
I wish you could see how much you glimmer
how every person finds themselves drawn in
by your presence,
how you beam, a sunflower
amidst a field of roses.
I’m not jealous.
Of you that is.
I’m jealous of anyone who
doesn’t feel a tug in their heart
whenever they’re with you.
Why can’t I stop thinking
about how your eyes crinkle,
sharp at the edges,
and your back bending over slightly
every time you wheeze with laughter?
Or when you grab my hand.
I am so lucky you cannot see my face flush,
or my stomach leap out and skip alongside you.
I’m just another rose.
Students 6th-12th Grades