018751

018751 this was the lunch code I was given 
My first day of third grade 
My teacher wrote on my hand 
With a green marker that smelled like berries 

018751 this was the passcode for my first email 
That my best friend made for me 
Because that was the only set of numbers I could remember 
For even though it was no longer written on my hand 
It was still written in my brain 
Etched 
Each number 
0
1
8
7
5
1
 

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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  • I am not

    I am not a poet 
    I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
    I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words 

    I am not a musician 

  • Limelight

    I stood in the crowd 
    My feet cemented to the ground 
    Just basking in the light of something that would slowly fade 

    I could hear the high pitched ringing 
    A reminder of a past days sacrifice