Waters 6th Grade
I wanna dive in, but
I got to go to school
I’m short
so I take the step stool
you think you’re cool
well, you’re a fool
finally
going in the pool
My stomach melts
I smell the drippy delight
Eyes trail to it over and over again
Is it heaven?
It looks as if it has the most syrupy
texture
It disappeared!
It’s stashed away in my stomach as if
a thief robbed it at midnight
My heart is the Sears Tower
6th grade is a trampoline park
my paper is a shredded tree full of kids
my mind is too complicated to control
my friends are happy warriors
books are an expression of feelings