I Didn’t Know Him

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Sat next to him in a
science class one day;
made me feel like a friend–
tall, skinny with a goofy smile.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Passed him in the halls
jostling from class to class,
a huge smile on his face
always made me happy.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Guess nobody knew the
sadness behind the smile.
Friends and family all shocked
never to see that grin again.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Why am I crying so hard
for a face in the yearbook?
Now I know what lies ahead;
I am no longer immortal.

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Friday Flash 55

It’s been quite a while since I’ve found some time to write anything besides lesson plans.  Since I’m on winter break, I had to join Hedgewitch for Friday Flash 55.  Sadly, I didn’t get around to the photo shoot I wanted to do to illustrate the poem.

The Man handles
my marionette strings
directing every movement.
Meeting his expectations
–quiet, demur–a delicate
perfect working girl with
alluring ballerina grace.

Um. no. Not this WOMAN!

A fucking bad ass
Amazon warrior queen,
ripping out the
strings of bondage
to perform my own
tribal jungle dance
stomping down the Man.

Let FREEDOM ring!

Books On a Shelf

Books on a shelf–
words enter my being,
characters worm their way
into my heart and soul,
searing their experiences
into my thoughts and
sharing their memories,
mixing with mine;
living a thousand lives
from the safety of my couch
knowing I’ll never see their
worlds with my eyes–
only through
books on a shelf.

Sharing with Hedgewitch at her blog Verse Escape.