Recess 2

Recess 2 “September eleventh was a very bad day I dropped on my knees and began to pray And if you hear what I say That was a very bad day, hey That was a very bad day” We sang in protest walking straight down the block of our school The world had bigger bullies than I do On my trip to the zoo I was a beast An animal Last in line Paired with Light skinned, chipped tooth , Harold Who got left behind with me and Nairobi In the girl’s bathroom “I like your pants” I said to Nairobi Paying her a false complement Acid jeans Not my style Scared, I rushed out of the bathroom Before giving her a reason to hit me and change her mind I barely spoke English Harold’s thumb and index finger Held the end of my sleeve For I’m diseased He made me pet the dirty, wooly sheep The soft haired one was out of my reach Don’t remember if he’d ever laid a hand on me But he seemed like the worst of my enemies Sickened was he in my presence Reginald , a third grade classmate of mine, a skinny ,black Bobblehead boy Waited for me at the top of the red staircase in between classes For the secret one-on -one match he organized I was his drum Kicked and punched Beaten on the back and stumped Five minutes later His work was done He liked to roll around and run after Calia during recess The smartest in my second grade class Marckincia Jean Narrative 09/15/19