Poems of Truth

Little Things

I noticed the little things,
The little fleck of honey colour swimming in her chocolate brown eyes,
The way her cheeks always has a rosy shine,
The way she has to flick her hair over her shoulder when it gets in the way
And how she tries to stay invisible to the rest of the class.

I notice the little things,
How she doesn't speak to anyone,
How she seems to get nervous when she's asked a question
And the way she tries to avoid eye contact with people.

I noticed the little things,
The way she fiddles with her pen in lesson,
The small ways she celebrates her culture,
She seems to miss her home
But at the same time she's thankful for the sanctuary offered.

I notice the little things,
But she doesn't notice me.
To her I'm just someone to share a classroom with,
To her I'm just another person to avoid.

Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe she does notice,
Maybe she's just too nervous to talk to me.
I want her to notice me
but I can't always get what I want.

I want to have her by my side,
Learn her language and culture,
I want to be able to read with just each others presence,
I want to be able to run with her,
And make her laugh with my own stupidity.

But I don't have courage,
Not enough to go and talk to her,
So until I can gain that strength
I'll sit back and continue to
Notice the little things. 

By Lizzie

Written: 20th March 2024