The Poetry Urge A-Callin'
I had an urge to write poetry,
To help reduce my anxiety,
Write poetry, “I thought aloud,”
After a long trip, I had vowed.
I’ll do it soon, when I have some privacy.
I MUST make this a number one priority!
So I scurried home, after a very long drive,
And right into poetry I did dive,
My goal-one poem a day, I have not been faithful,
This I thought, is just so disgraceful,
Today, writing verses, my mind is racing,
So words come to the page….I’m anticipating…..
(this is just a warm up....right?) There's more....I can feel it coming......uhhhhhhhhhhh !!! Okay...........Uhhhhhh
Things Haven’t Changed with Bullies and Bystanders (This was my one and only fight....ladies, I was taught.....don't fight.
Yesterday, at work I heard shouting, and to my surprise,
I see a blond girl....oh no... my kiddo with crying eyes,
Alone, arms protecting head, and huddling in the fetal position,
Hysterical and wailing loudly after a student altercation.
Bystanders, to them it was great day's entertainment,
In that moment, I focused on immediate containment,
A teen with known trauma, softly I say, please come with me."
In that moment, her safety.... was my duty I had to guarantee.
In the café, so many bystanders, the altercation had just occurred,
Fear and remorse from her while crying, was all that I heard,
Terrified and hurting, she rose from the place she had cowed,
Her tears fell on my hand as we left that rowdy crowd,
Such empathy and caring I held in my heart for her,
Remembering a time, way back to my youth.... oh much of it such a blur,
When teen bystanders would laugh, push, tease, ignore me or abusively cheer,
In those times, I only wanted to hide, so desperately ….. to go "poof" ......and disappear.
Like in the past, I had been, she was sobbing and speechless, a hurt I understood,
In that moment, recalling yet pushing back past similarities from my own childhood,
Feeling her pain, and knowing it’s consequences and long-term damage,
I'd have liked to make it better with a Bkinder magical erase-it bandage.
In private, shortly thereafter I remember.... my high school...a teen crowd,
Jeering teens stuck together ..screaming.......FIGHT so righteously loud.
Several hurt me....I resisted.....I think, " Ignore them"..THEN... flooding
emotions outpouring,
Raging nostrils flaring, eyes glaring..... there was no holding back and no more ignoring....
Vengeance welled up and I fervently vowed, "She'll never do that to me anymore!"
A hand on each collar, her feet off the ground, so easily I hurled her ass to the floor.
I recall, like it was yesterday, she slid down the wall, and there she appeared so pathetic.
Her ripped gym suit, her dashed pride, her supporters..... surprisingly apathetic.
When the bystanders saw me glare their way, they dispersed... no more cheering,
For the dazed girl on the floor, no one dared consider becoming involved or interfering,
Captain BKinder Adrenaline Queen yelled to all... "Leave me alone!"
From that day forth, from those bystanders... I encountered a more respectful tone.
And my opponent, she sat there dumbfounded, a little gal..... physically overpowered,
And on that day, I thought to myself....."Now that's one bully I devoured!!"
Then I got in trouble...............cried in the gym teachers workroom,
I owned starting the fight, I don't know why.....fear of more conflict I assume,
Feeling different, picked on, a victim...... and just for a moment, I lost it.... I just went crazy....
Apologetically, I said, "I really didn't mean to lose my temper, what's wrong with me?"