Author’s Note: Hello. This was a persona piece I wrote in my ENGL 220W class in college. It’s about the life, feelings, and journey of a volleyball or in general any ball. Ummm… I didn’t try to make it sexual in any way but it could sound like it. Just know I had no intention to make this sound sexual. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy this.
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They don’t appreciate me.
To them, I’m just a toy
They play with it when they’re bored.
I fly wherever they hit me
Towards with their hard hands.
If I don’t cooperate,
they also kick me with their stinking feet.
But some hands are soft.
They gently push me forward
And I float lightly to the other side.
Eventually, I will deflate
And I won’t be needed no more.
That’s the sad life of a ball.
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