Fear peers out from behind her book
And watches the other kids on the playground.
The other children call her over to play tag.
She refuses.
How could she risk the embarrassment of
Skinning a knee,
Lagging behind,
Losing the game?
So she sits with her stories
Of girls braver than her,
And feels the jealousy climb her throat
And sighs out the disappointment
Of not being daring enough to play.
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