First Day
A shiny crisp apple and a long yellow bus
New old clothes from Jamie next door
Mother cooked us eggs and toast
A whole new year for a whole new me
leave those old bullies behind and find
some new ones to torment me
Lockers of terror and desks of despair
taunting teachers with chalk
blackboards and erasers
Dark-fanged student emissaries
a cadre of peerless trolls bent on
butchering self esteems
A shiny crisp day and a whole lot of fuss
hand me down worries
and another damn bus
-kls 2010
This was written in response to a prompt at Magpie Tales. Write your own and click here.
5 comments:
Soooo, I take it you didn't much like school??
Butchering self esteem. Kids can be so cruel. Wonderful weaving of memories!
yikes....poor kid...I especially like the last verse. Painful and well done
Superbly done. The last stanza is a wonderful close.
Oh how kids can be... cruel, brutally honest... tormenting. And later, who will remember who?
Painfully well done!
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