How I remember
That one June day seven months past
Where the vice principal read and med
Her way down to the Z's, ones who were
Moving on to a new level and given a starting outfit
Of a forest green gown, silk-screen collar and mortarboard.
Middle school, 8th grade graduation.
How I remember...
The ones statuesque and statue-worthy in appearance
That received half the world in cries of joy
The ones on a more modest level
Receiving warm applause from those around
And occasionally, the one that was released,
Had a moment of glory, and then was banished--
The name all parents know,
But none clapped for.
But students, mostly. Glory-worthy ones also.
How I remember--
You play with my mind
Fooling me and snickering to yourself
As you watch me struggle and flush
Acid-hot with rage
Prodding me, hurting me
By not sounding malicious at all
But making me feel like
I'm worthy only of crawling through water and mud
Only to end by the fatal fall of your heel
She laughs, others too,
And I do not turn away, for I must appear strong
Even though she's making me fall to ashes and dust inside
Making me blink helplessly up at her
As she laughs out loud and closes the heavy lid.
You seemed friendly enough before.
But then I saw--
Impulsive, loud, sometimes downright rude.
I wasn't prepared for your turning on me.
I live by the brazen, spear-headed M.
November-born, I do not forget.
I remember everything there is to remember
And I may have congratulated you once
By bringing my hands together,
But your essence is too bitter for me now.
I will not cheer for you at graduation.
You need not create the illusion of cheering for me
When I clasp that revered diploma,
Because I see through your lies.
Perhaps in some very distant day
You will miss me.
But I have tried,
And I have failed,
And I will not miss you.
I painfully wish I could,
But you have shown me everything.
I will not cheer for you.
I Will Not Cheer For You At Graduation
I was sitting in class one day and thinking (and looking) at this person I didn't like so much. Then I had a Thought. Not just a thought, but a Thought. Notes: "med" = "made". "The one that was released" refers to a highly-publicized incident at my school.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
