boo frickity hoo ~ night terrors for daymares

By ruthless48

silverfish wet winter boots smell
im in the dark mobile classroom closet
too sad or scared to yell
teacher hates me thinks i dont love jesus
mom says no christmas day will pleez us
i dont remember how many times i was sent in
or how she told me to go there
i remember the day going on outside the closet door
& how i wanted to be a part    share
i was quiet     never cried
never broken felt like
daniel sitting among the pride
then sometime later the door would open
i would blinky eyed from the light stand on tingling stiff legs
walk past classmates looking quickly down to some page
week after week
not even knowing i was wronged
thought it was just because
until older it dawned
religion can divide people
can make them act crazy
make a grown 2nd grade teacher
lock a baby up until hazy
sometimes now at 42
when you speak past me
when you dont return a smile
that feeling returns for somethimes     a long while
back in the school coat closet
im really   not a bad little girl
i gave you my open heart
to a cruel ruthless world
you stomped on it
now i am a ruthless pearl
im stronger   childhood was just alchemys beginning
ive been purified by fire so many times
the metals of gold throwing off lead are spinning
its not a cosmic challenge
or the contenders winning sucker punch
but id like to have a long table
and take my enemies out to lunch
i would sit them and toast them
i would rosy cheeked to them confess
your night terrors that you gave me
are returned to you with spite
i sleep peaceful stronger beautiful
your daymares of guilt hold you tight
so enjoy the boomarang of karma
my dear filthy    pitiful   foes
and    BOO FRICKITY HOO
as your lives to their deserved end   close

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Copyright 2012 ruthless48
Published on Wednesday, March 7, 2012.     Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"
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