I slip out of the car and kiss mommy good bye.
I put on a smile
If I didn’t I'd probably cry.
I turn around and face a place that’s evil and cruel.
That mean dumb place called elementary school.
At home I have Mom and Dad to play with all day.
But here kids don’t talk to me.
They forget about me when they play. (I don’t talk a whole bunch)
But I suck in my tummy
And march into the classroom.
This week won't be bad.
The worst, I shouldn't assume.
My smile zips away
Speedy quick.
I see that everybody
Is in their own little cliques. (Mommy taught me that word)
I sigh and go to my desk already ready to leave.
To pass the time I play with a string on my sleeve.
*****
Soon its lunch. I brought P.B and J. (my favorite by the way)
I sit alone,
Like I do every day.
Just as I finish my lunch I see a bad sight-
Brian taking Cindy's cookies.
What he's doing not right.
I watch,
As Brian shoves Cindy's last cookie in his mouth.
While Cindy puts on
A really big pout.
He laughs a toothy ugly grin
While Cindy's eye sheds a tear.
Cindy's never been nice to me
So I don’t know my pain for her cookie loss is so sincere. (Maybe it cause its a sprinkle cookie. Those are the best)
Anger grows deep within me
Like I've never felt before.
I walk over to Brian, grab him by his collar,
And yank him to the floor.
Then we have a lil' conversation.
Something like - "You stole cookies and you're a jerk!
Taste the bottom of my shoe!
It'll wipe away that smirk!"
Moments later I'm yanked away by a teacher. (But Brian still got a bloody nose )
I still give Brian a squint that's real mean.
All the other kids look at me shocked and surprised,
Their faces as white as cream.
*****
"...Amaris….You didn’t have to stomp on his face….The teachers could have handled it. Brian was wrong but he still would have gotten in trouble without your……so called help. I'm actually surprised by this sweetie. You don’t seem like you'd hurt a fly. You should have used your words. You should have helped Cindy explain to Brian how taking the cookies made her feel. If you…"
Is this principal dumb dumb?!
I thought adults were smart!
Brian deserved what he got!
He's a smelly old fart!
Yes I broke school rules.
I've never done that before.
But I bet Brian wont be stealin' cookies no more! (For the record I've killed tons of flies.)
Mr. Principal says he'll call my parents and gets a teacher to walk me back to class.
As we get closer to the classroom my anger subsides.
All the excitement I feel eventually dies.
I realize again
That I'm still alone,
Still don’t have friends,
And still just want to go home.
I walk in the class room; for once all eyes go on me.
Now make friends, I really won’t, since they've seen the angry side of me.
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As there is a use in medicine for poisons, so the world cannot move without rogues.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The Amaris Story
PoezjaBefore she was powerful, before she had killed, and before she was feared She was once an 8 year old girl named Amaris. Who is she now? She's Anger, Rage, Sorrow, Pain, Bravery, and Courage all wrapped in one. And these days she goes by a different...
