He Wails He Screams He Shrieks
He wails, he screams, he shrieks, he yells.
No one pays attention.
He throws chairs, the TV, his I-pad.
People look up, vaguely interested.
Poor baby. He is bored, thinks his mother.
Poor baby. He is too gifted for that teacher to teach thinks his father.
Poor baby, no home schooling, thinks the teacher.
All of them right,
But no one fully listening
So the wailing, screaming and shrieking continue.
A whole lifetime of it.
No one ever wanting to get close enough
to understand the why of it.
All too busy being right
to listen to what is
happening inside
and who has
hurt him.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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