Treasure Island

Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)


Lucky


We never look down
but we know we're luckier
than them
Lucky
Lucky

We can't go back
we're changing our lives
in the luckiest way
Lucky
Lucky

Lucky, lucky
Lucky, lucky girls

Won't give up
saving the future
One lucky moment
at a time
Lucky
Lucky

Won't you join us
Keep us together
as we put
our luck to use
Lucky
Lucky

Lucky, lucky
Lucky, lucky girls

But let me ask you this-
What use does luck have
if you're blind,
if you're shy,
if you're terrified?

What use does luck have
if you don't want
to be the lucky one,
if you're standing
on the sidelines?

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 23, 2014

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Topic(s): self-acceptance

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