Our Hands are Upon Us

By Olga Lurye, Age 12, New York

 

My actions are within me
Even though it does not
Appear
I can be someone
D.I.F.F.E.R.E.N.T
But I want to stick
Before the …..
glue falls
down
I  would go but
the sky
is my rock
It’s pinkness
Awaits me
I  better
swirl