For the first time in a while
Spiky is paid.
She walks back home today
As if she is now part of a club.
The "Being an Adult Club."
Like a level up,
Like she's no longer a pup,
She won the golden cup!
Give her-her close-up!
She goes to the bank
And to be frank
Her heart drops like a tank.
Watching the money go into her savings,
It isn't enough to do anything with it.
It isn't enough for her dreams.
It's not like she needs
A new pair of jeans.
All the shops are closed anyway.
The money will just sit there,
Until there comes a day
Spiky says, "On belay!"
And God will say, "Belay on."
Note: Updates every Friday! If this is the first poem you're reading in To be a Straw Hat, the story starts from the Prologue.
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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...
