Dry Eye
Where are the words that frame the day?
the drops for dry eye?
The other day I watched a video on Facebook
Teenage boys in the park
beating up whoever looked like
they were minding their own business.
I recall the face of one girl in my class
her breathing laboured like an old man
with synus issues breathing through his mouth
she was petite but the anger on her face
left her frozen like a permanent bruise
except for the smirk when she laughed
planning who would be her next victim
as a game, as a sport
and you could spot the bully
whose face had only one expression
—contempt for everything outside it.
Holding their bodies hard against
everything else that lives
like the small boy collecting insects
in a jar so he could pull out their legs
for hours. When other kids asked why
he did it. He shrugged.
When I first realized I was a girl
and not a boy, I was relieved, because
I couldn’t imagine going to war
(as if war began on a distant field
with guns and bombs)
A poem is not something to argue with, but having been bullied myself as a child, I understood later that my persistent attacker was acting out his father's resentment of people like my father -- who thought education was a public good and to be pursued.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this May. So pernicious is hate and jealousy which I suspect was a factor in your attacker's mind.
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