I wish they would’ve picked me.
I just wanted one chance.
I just need an opportunity to show the world who I am.
I’ve been waiting,
for as long as I can remember.
I see pictures everyday of undeserving people,
basking in the life that I desire to live.
Oh, to be privileged.
Oh, to have all things handed to me,
but to still exist in mediocrity
because although they are fortunate,
favor isn’t for them.
So I wait.
I make my moves.
I say my prayers.
I ask my questions.
The prophecies have been laid before me.
I’m just waiting for the pinnacle to arrive.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott