Older kids

Loud 

crazy

tall

those are the older kids

to them I am small

I watch the older kids

they sing

they dance

they’re confident 

With a blink of an eye

I wouldn’t lie

I start to join 

we sing

we dance 

we’re confident 

the older kids leave 

but I am still here

Now I am the older kids

and the young ones are feared

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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