Invisible, Difference
Walking home I saw you
You didn’t see me
I passed right in front of your eyes
You could have smelled my
Strawberry, scented hair
I saw the stick
You did too.
But, you didn’t see me
I was watching you
not
watching
me
I tripped, fell
The gravel came up too fast
I saw the streams of blood running
down my leg,
in the newly formed gravel crevices
before I felt the searing pain
But, you didn’t see me
I could have died and you would not have seen me
Because I was different from you
You would not have seen me.
Eden Schwartz
Cosburn Middle School, Grade 6
Age 12
2nd Prize – 2009
Poems: Award Re cipients / Group 1 (Grades 4 to 6)
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