The
Soccer Ball
I am a soccer ball.
I wonder why I need to be kicked around.
I hear fans cheer.
I see all of the players.
I want to be kicked into the bush.
I pretend to be flat.
I feel the fresh air.
I touch the rough grass.
I understand they need me to play the game.
I say, “Give me a break.” But they don’t hear me.
I dream I was a human.
