Gabriela K.

I Am a Soccer Ball

I am a soccer ball.

I wonder why my spots are black.

I hear the crowd cheering.

I see the open players.

I want to be in a safe and sound goal.

I am going to be passed all around the field.

I pretend to be an armadillo rolling on the ground.

I feel all the cleats.

I touch the fresh cut grass.

I understand I get all dirty.

I say, "Stop! I’m dizzy” with a mouthful of grass.

I dream to be alive.