They Ask Me

The little kids

Ask for advice.

"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"

They ask what to do and

Where to go and

What they should prepare for.

I could give them a list

Like my teachers gave me.

I could give them nothing at all.

But no one told me

About the little things

Everyone tries to ignore.

"Tell people when

You really care.

Show them that you do.

Don't try to protect your heart from people

And let them love you, too.

Don't think of all the little things

Don't let details drag you down.

Don't get jealous so easily

If he says he does, he will."

I tell them this

But nothing could

Possibly prepare them.

They'll have to learn it on their own

As their world begins to bend.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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  • Love language

    Duet

    starting together ending together

    weaving around each other's sound

    adapting tuning

    instinctively fitting into the tone

    the way we want to do this

    the contrast

    played so perfectly

  • The boys in my class

    The agony of the human race

    simple creatures

    snickering at my poetry 

    banging their fists against their heads

    stalling work

    reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy

    saying stupid things

  • Sleigh ride

    Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too

    F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-

    imitating the human voice with instruments

    percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells