Lexi G.

I am a crayon

I am a crayon

I wonder why people pick me up and color

with me

I hear teachers talking and kids laughing

I  see a lot of children  

I want a break from being colored with

I am a crayon

I pretend to be a human

I feel kids’ hands touching me  

I touched the paper  

I understand people need me for coloring  

I say pink blue green

I dream to be a kid