A wallflower asking to dance
Leaning against the wall, bending your body
Support is all you’re willing to take
After all, you’ve managed alone so far
It’s not like anyone’s taking your job
Weekly you are filled to the brim
Forced into a shape, you are unwilling
No one asked you what you wanted
But if they asked, would you answer?
The piles of clothes inside of you
Are a reminder of your own grime
However you are a neglected soul waiting
For the day that you are cleansed
But all you receive is more laundry
Even though you never asked for it
Involuntarily taken advantage of, you silently cry
Your sorrow remains unheard to ignorant ears
The beautiful pink basket that you are
It’s sole purpose is to transport clothes
Maybe in another life you could’ve been
More than a wallflower asking to dance
Siha Park is a student writer from the United States with interests in literature, history, and philosophy. She serves as a creative writing editor for her school newspaper, where she helps other students develop and refine their work. An enthusiastic reader and writer, Siha enjoys experimenting with new ideas and techniques to strengthen her craft. Through writing and discussion, she hopes to deepen her understanding of the world and the ideas that shape it.