i sit in the room and wait.
no one speaks.
i twiddle my small thumbs,
until mom grabs my hands and says,
" stop squirming ".
the pretty young lady comes into the room
and says, " welcome to school Kenadee! "
i put my hands in my jean pockets.
i scratch my thigh.
mom tells me to knock it off but i keep going.
i stare at the room's yellow walls
and tap my blue and green nails on the tabletop
" Kenadee " my mom warns,
i stop.
she asks my questions about my big sister
that i can't answer;
i don't understand why i have to answer.
when daddy starts talking about
her boyfriend.
i start cracking my toes on the floorboards underneath my feet.
mommy tells me to stop
so i put my right foot on top of the left
and close my eyes.
I stare at the room's dullness.
i tap my pencil on the desk,
" Kenadee, that's enough ",
the teacher snaps.
my pencil stops tapping,
but my fingers keep tapping my thigh underneath the desk.
the bell rings and
i'm sprinting out of the classroom.
i stare at the white that coats all four walls
and scratch my shoulders.
i stare at the lady typing quickly,
behind the old and dusty computer.
she looks up and gives me a warm smile;
i return the favor.
" stop scratching ",
my big sister Riley grabs my hands.
the lawyer comes out excitedly.
we go into another room.
we sit in leather chairs and i scratch the arm rest.
the lawyer asks us questions about mom and dad,
and their marriage, and what they do at home.
scratch, scratch, scratch.
Riley puts her hands on mine and i stop.
the session ends and we finally go home
with my broken nails.
I stare out the windows.
i tap the green carpet with my left foot.
it badly matches with the yellow sunflower walls.
" Kenadee, stop the tapping. it's annoying ",
mom puts her hands on my knee.
i put my right foot on top of the left and stop.
knock off the tapping.
the nice old lady brings me into another room
with a brown carpet and brown walls-
but without mom.
i sit in a green chair next to a bookcase,
she pulls out a purple clipboard.
when she starts asking about my feelings, and
my thoughts,
and my anxiety; i tap.
" you seem a little anxious ", she motions to my leg and smiles.
i snap my right foot over my leg to cut the tapping.
it's annoying.
tap scratch
tap scratch
twiddle tap
scratch twiddle
twiddle twiddle
stop squirming.
YOU ARE READING
Kenadee's Poems
شِعرjust some poems that have kept me from realizing who i really am. poems about the boys who left me alone to lay in bed at 3am with puffy eyes and thoughts of unknowingness. poems about my best friend who has never given up on me. poem on the thin...
