Reflection

• Katrina Koop, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

I go on the bus. I feel everyone's eyes. I know they will think
about me. One by one they'll get off the bus and the only
thing on all their minds - will be me. They will remember the
girl with a permanent glint in her eye and a smile that danced
on her lips. A girl who spent time everything down to her
nails. The sun shining in my eyes and lighting up the perfect features on my
face would be an image that played in their minds forever. Those on the side
of the road would know that there was something special about me, merely by
making out my eyes. I see a woman from the bus window walking on the side
of the road. I'm thankful I don't look like her. Her eyes are too far apart and
her hairline - just too far back; her nose is a little too big; her lips a little
too thin. The bus doesn't go past
her though, she follows it…
keeping the same pace.