Becoming+Popular+by+Kashif


 * = ** Becoming Popular. ** || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter5/kashifo5becomingpopular.mp3"]] ||
 *  I wish I knew the feeling of popularity.

The anticipation is enough to murder, I know I am going to die after this, Everyone is going keel over and laugh, I know I should write a death wish

I find my place along the edge, I have found the culprit, the one with the gun, I think how to readjust my face, The gun explodes. I start to run.

I decide to pace myself, But instead I find myself running ahead, Leading away from the pack, I begin to shed my humanly skin.

I feel myself falling to the ground, I look back at the pack now a dot, Gaining dog weight pound by pound, I feel myself sweating, Getting hotter it feels like I am on the surface of heck.

I pass the start mark, And continue to run, Waiting for the crude remark, I begin to shun.

My nose is against the ground, I open my eyes and see the crowd.

Am I in heck or in Beijing? Am I dead or a dog? Is this a dream or reality? Are people laughing or cheering or reminiscing?

I suddenly feel cold and lonely, Like I am in the Arctic Circle, I crave warmth and companionship.

People tell me I have done it, They say I broke a record, People say a lot of things.

I take in my surroundings, I feel the blanket wrapped around me, The luscious soft drink pouring down my throat, The companionship around me.

I discover the feeling of popularity. || ||