Emily S.

Nothing

I sit there

Waiting for the bell to ring

My page is blank

The only thing on my paper says

“You can’t write a poem about nothing”

I am sweating under pressure

My hands are shaking

I am looking around

I am stalling… a lot

I hear a quiet mumble of kids chatting

Still sitting

My poem is still nothing

There is nothing to write about

What do I write about

I say to myself

Dance NO, Dogs NO, School NO!

I don’t get it

Poems are hard

Everyone else is writing away

Meanwhile, I still have nothing

My teacher has written on the board an assignment

“You can’t write a poem about...:”

You can’t just write a poem about Nothing

Wait! Ya you can!