Out of place
No one understands
Don’t have the nerve
To say anything
About how you feel
When you do
Say something
They tend to brush it off
And don’t acknowledge
What you say
You sense you’re annoying
But you have done nothing
For them to say anything
You just feel
Out of place

The wind blows my strawberry-blond hair
And I think long and hard at where my ancestors came from
On a small ship that traveled a great length
When my mind is thinking
I think about all of the skills that I have mastered
The string going through one hands and the hook in the other
Waving in and out of each other

A pencil in mine hand gliding across the paper in front of me
Without any hesitation
I think again to realize this is the front that I put up on display for every one
It is what they see and learn about me
That surprises them
It’s a matter of asking the right questions
That will lead to what is unknown to them

We meet
We relate
We share
We bond
We create memories
We share secrets
We laugh
We fight
We make up
Then when the time comes
We leave each other behind
Only to repeat this cycle
Once more around
Whether it is
New schools
New neighborhood
New state
New country
We all do this cycle
That can seem like
The beginning and end
Are so far apart from each other
It just happens
So carry on
Remember on
Laugh on
With all of your moments
Until it’s forced
To comes to an end