Somehow he always finds me
In the hallway
At recess
Always
Me.
I long to ask the question
Why?
Why me?
Why not anyone else?
Why does he harass
Me?
The one with hearing loss?
Every time I seen him
I have the
Irresistible
Urge
To flip him off
To curse him out
For what he has done to me.
For the
MULTIPLE
Times that he has
KICKED
Me
For no reason
Except to.
So now I say
no.
no more.
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
Comments
Wow. I'm so sorry if this happens to you
Thank you :)
Thank you so much
of course
I like this poem and how you convey these horrible things through it. I hope it improves! :)
Thank you so much!!
I’m sorry this happens and I think this is a very expressive poem.
<3
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