You enjoy judging a book by its cover.

You see a pretty face and turn crazy.

Instead of seeking interest in a great mind.

As you drag your fingers along the spines of numerous books on a shelf,

Sorry mine wasn’t neater..

All I appear to be is frayed pages and withered ink.

You’re displeased with the folded pages,

Past memories leaving a marking.

So I can’t really blame you

For putting me back on the shelf.

Alyssa Washington

Age 13, Grade 7

Trexler Middle School

Allentown School District