Eight years old on that January Wednesday
Little hesitant steps into the schoolyard
Everyone has stranger's eyes
Mazes of hallways, lunchroom arena, playground cliques
Expedited heartbeat, ceiling too high to the
New kid, the foreigner, the interloper
Throat too tight, mouth too dry
Anxiety blocks my words, even my name, then
Ringing bells, summoning students in a river, and do
You need help, the...
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