Extra

I used to be an extra. 🍂

Back when I didn't really care what people thought of me.

And I generally still don't.🍂

 

But I am no longer an extra. At least, in most cases.

 

🍃This summer, I feel I've been promoted.

For I am no longer a bystander, as I am not as much of a mystery.🍃

 

🌎I have given my being a definition, I have defined my style and myself.

No longer do I feel as if I walk down the street and am just one of the crowd. 🌍

 

🌲Like so many others, that used to be my comfort zone.

Back when I was an extra.🌲

 

But now.

 

🌱Now I am a much more important role.

I am not that one kid everyone only knows the name to and not the spirit nor personality to🌱

 

☕️No my friends, I have been promoted to coffee girl.

Giving life to all who need. ☕️

 

🌾My friends, I am no longer an extra🌾

 

-Daysha Watson

This poem is about: 
Me

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