The Girl With the Painted Thumb
A Simple Poem From the Soon-To-Be-Published Book :)
The Girl With The Painted Thumb
I walk through a hall
My hands grip my books
And of all my fingers
Only my left thumb is painted
Why?
Why only the thumb?
The questions drift through
The air and into my ears
I smile to myself
Do not answer why
And I wait for them
To build their own stories
Perhaps I was late for school
My rush was futile
And I only managed one nail
Maybe the rest had chipped
Been picked off of my hands
When I was nervous
Right before a presentation
The more they glance at my hands
The more they ponder
I smile at them
For this is what I had wanted
“How to avoid being portrayed as Ordinary?”
I ask the people
They stutter, do not have an answer
“Get those surrounding you to ask questions.”
About the Creator
Tatum Jacobs
Hi! I'm Tatum. The first narrative I wrote was titled "Glitter", and I wrote it when I was in 1st Grade. Since then, I've created whole worlds, documented in adventurous novels, with a bit of poetry experience sprinkled in.
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