I’m a Pencil, I get picked up everyday, I also get hurt! My owner takes this thing with a sharp blade and she cuts my hair, it makes it sharp! She picks me up and places me down, I’m used everyday I’m feeling down… Why don’t you just turn around, make me feel proud! I’m a Pencil, that’s what they call me please make a difference but I might be loud!
Poem by Chloe.