A poem about stairs
Stairs are a daily struggle for all students when they go to class.
Stairs,
The bane of my existence
The cause for my anger in the morning
The reminder that no matter how in shape I am
I will never make it up the stairs
With a full set of lungs
Everyday, I am reminded
That I am practically a 95-year-old asthmatic
I hate stairs
It’s an excellent work out
Builds the hammies,
The quads,
You might even get a nice butt,
But how worth it is it
When by the time I make it to the top
My lungs have collapsed
Ban the stairs
Ban them all!
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Ella is a senior at Watkins Mill High School, and Associate Editor and Photography Director for The Current. Ella connects deeply with Regina George from...
