Switch


I walk into the school, my mom holding my hand.
I take a breath, we stroll into the classroom.
I see a sea of new faces all around me.
I meet new friends, whose names I forget.
Everything is black and white, and I feel separate from everyone.
A few years pass, then switch;
My world changes.

I walk in, my mom holding my hand.
A new room with all new faces.
I meet new friends,
remembering some names, forgetting others.
I feel like a whale in the desert, completely out of place.
Two more years pass, then switch;
My world changes again.

I walk in, my mom holding my hand.
Another new room, another set of new faces,
Many more than last time.
I meet more new friends,
For once remembering all of their names.
I feel like I belong.

At recess, the playground smiles, and the sun kisses my cheeks.
The world becomes popped with color,
I hear birds chirp and, see the trees sway with the wind
Many years pass, but, for the first time,
my world stays exactly the same.

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