One chance

• Angela Watkins, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

Why do we mimic eachother?
We are not like one another.
Even if we look around the same,
it's not the outside, not the frame.

Look at the inner me.
Is it the curly hair the blues you see?
If so, won't you just look deeper?
Look at the true me, for are its keeper.

Once you come back,
Don't you finally see what others lack.
The one chance to see,
What you and I can truely be.