By LAILA SWINGLE, age 10, Northeast Elementary School, Ithaca, NY

Image: flickr.com/Chesi-Fotos CC
IMAGE: Flickr/Chesi-Fotos CC



NOTHING

Today someone will be hit,
not with a clenched hand, but with words.
Tears will be running, walking, sliding.
Today someone will be hated,
thrown in the back of someone’s mind.
Today someone will be told that they are nothing,
a speck of dust on the big mean world,
being stepped on.
But until that speck of dust stands up for itself,
it is nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.