Zola won 2nd place for Middle School poetry in the DeYoung Museum's Young at Art Festival in May
Arrogant
I take pity on those, who wear
Glass bottles a top their heads
They stand so tall
Unaware of the silent crash
Like seaweed tousled by the
Remarks of a rushing ocean;
Sinks so deep
Until the oxygen
Gives that farewell.
No, declare me uncourteous;
Pity, I do not.
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