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EIGHT A deliberate surprise A shove from the back while creating artwork in my second-grade class Perhaps an ocean scene A distant angry memory of my eight-year-old consciousness The broken waxy blue crayon in my right hand Before me the ripped orange construction paper and a scattered image Girl bully momentarily reigned behind me her face encircled with frantic spirals…. a golden mane My neck flashed heat and then a cold sweat I challenged her to a fight In the girl’s bathroom that day Pale turquoise tiled walls screamed at me as I entered the ring Staring up I saw a field of wilting flowers…. wads of scrunched up soapy paper towels hurled up at the ceiling where they clung and appeared as corpses threatening to fall down on me at any moment The pungent thick air of girl bodies surrounded me…. A hungry lion appeared with open mouth ready to strike Tightly wrapped around each other A blur A blow to my right side A second to my stomach Descending to my knees catching my breath Rising up I landed an efforted blow on her left cheek An explosion within her wild starving eyes filled with superpower magnetism The pounce The strike My body collapsed… the blue tiles hugging me Sounds of silence Distant voices of teacher adults dispersing the crowd Inside the small stall crumpled body crying on the toilet seat head on my knees salty tears cascading Tasting them now With armor and shield bleeding …dented and broken my heart and soul rejoiced

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Date: 10/13/2020 2:10:00 AM
I like the way you format your poems, I think that always helps in reading poems... This is a sad feel to it and you expressed it very well..
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Susan Lawrence
Date: 10/13/2020 3:42:00 PM
Thank you Silent One. I agree that formatting helps to understand intention and often emotion and I find it helpful as well. It was a sad moment in time and I can remember it as if it was yesterday. Susan
Date: 9/21/2020 6:18:00 AM
Well done...you can see it outside of you...Enjoyed the read
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Susan Lawrence
Date: 9/21/2020 9:13:00 AM
Thank you Arturo...:-)
Date: 9/20/2020 11:42:00 PM
They say school days are the best days of your life but thats not always the case. Sorry to hear you suffered at the hands of a bully. Painful memories like that are hard to forget, bullies and trolls are the scum of the earth. Welcome to soup Susan. Tom
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Susan Lawrence
Date: 9/21/2020 9:14:00 AM
Thank you Tom... Looking forward to reading more of your work. Susan :-)
Date: 9/20/2020 7:41:00 AM
I have a knot in my stomach as i was bullied throughout my school days... your poem is so graphic in its detail, bravo for writing it a poem which should be studied in schools, perhaps change would come, sadly so much bullying now seems to be on line... and its not just kids who are targeted!!:-( hugs jan xx
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Date: 9/20/2020 2:03:00 PM
Jan,Thanks so much for reading my poem. I appreciate your comments. It is amazing how a situation like this can stay with you vividly for SO many years. I can still feel the emotions and remember details of those moments in time. I know you know as you were bullied as well. I realize today that it does happen online....what a world we live in . I look forward to reading more of your poetry. hugs to you susan :-)
Date: 9/19/2020 11:37:00 AM
Even in defeat one wins when one stands up for one's self! But the lure of the classroom during a pandemic remains a mystery! Aloha! Rico
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