It's 6 am and it's the big day.
The day Spiky did not think too much about.
Her brother with a hurt foot
Is at home on the couch.
Spiky, her mother and sis are in Staten Island.
They pass some shouts.
"Green village that way!
Red village is to your right!"
"Where are the bathrooms?
My insides are feeling tight,"
Asks a runner.
Spiky is in the last group to start.
What a bummer.
Her mother leaves them
And goes to the start.
Spiky holds her stomach.
She can't tell if she needs to fart.
She and her sis sit on the grass.
Some runners pass
A little too fast!
"Hey! Save your energy,"
Says their friend.
It's time for her sis to go.
They're both pretty calm.
They take one last photo.
Really, the only thing Spiky is worried about,
Is her right foot.
This past month it has been hurting.
She rolls her foot to make sure it's okay.
Little pins and needles.
She'll be fine...
Maybe?
To the port-a-potties her head keeps turning.
"I'll go one more time."
There is a chime.
"Green group, you have 5 minutes
To get to the starting line."
Here we go.
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
