Chosen

We are
the nudged off
the broken down
the bruised
the ignored
the weathered
the unchosen
the your line's over there
the fourth of three picks
the face of no way
the gang of nope sorry
the never no chancers
the next timers
the anyone elsers

We are the ones who tear permission slips into pieces.
We cheer it like confetti that falls from the sky.
We are the ones who raise our own hands.
We are the ones who make our own plans.
We do not wait to be chosen.

We are.