How I Feel at Times:
It’s my surfboard
And I wash away
I float in the middle in an
Ocean of decay
Tides are rough, pieces of my
Board float away.
Stuck in the middle of the sea;
I have no one to talk to or
listen to me. My skin is wrinkled
From the water, no searches,
not even a bother! I see the sea
Serpents that float under me,
Reading my mind, hatred and animosity
even the goldfish judge a fall
the smallest ones are the worst of them all!
looked to them and made me small.
The ocean is too big for m
In time try not to sink in the sea
and let time tell what it’ll do for me!
-Javonne Garcia, Crew 3
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