I'm a Rock
I am a rock.
I wonder why people throw me?
I hear the sound of my rock friends getting thrown.
I see the ground.
I want to walk around.
I am going to tell them to stop throwing me!
I pretend I am a person that can walk around.
I feel so hurt.
I touch the rough ground.
I understand that the kids want to throw me.
I say, “Please put me down.”
I dream I'm not a rock.
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