The TrampolineI sit quietly
Baking in the sun,
Listening to the gossip
Of the sun-bathers lying on my blazing black belly.
Pool water bouncing off me
And evaporating in the summer heat.
The girls get restless and jump around
But then they walk away,
I stay silent.
Listening to them laugh,
Learning about hard times of their high school years,
And always supporting
Those careless summer girls.
What if I spoke up for the girls being targeted by rumors?
What if I told them I thought it was dangerous to jump from my stomach and into the pool?
What if I told them I didnít like sleeping on a gentle slope,
Or the brutal neglect once the sun stops rising as high?
Would they care if I felt forgotten?
Do they know I miss them?
If only they knew,
Iíll help carry their weight,
No matter what.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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