Quote by M Rose: If love had a thousand faces they'd all look like yours
Your visage is what I'd seek first in my lost and found box.
I'd feel for the corners of my box with nimble fingers
eyes closed I'd brail the contours of your missing face
like a schoolchild pining for a spark of self esteem, I'd linger
on words last spoken, before you faded out of place
If love had a thousand faces I'd see only yours for all eternity
lost in a sea of despair, I'd search for you far and wide
like a mother craving for a child's return, I'd scour the city
rummaging the streets, looking in places you could never hide
If love had a thousand faces I would never look for anything new,
I'd take delight in the likes of you and only you.
The school child not in it clad
To end up ‘Not Glad’:
A sure vexing of his body with whip
And final nursing of an inflamed hip …
Also, a barbaric conversion into laborer
Which makes his Disciplinarian A torturer…
The school’s spear grasses to down mow
And her refuse dumps in trucks tow.
Still a freezing interview to face,
Interviewers’ final finding “A Purposed Disgrace”
For a child could a launderer grab in time
To avoid The Unwashed School Uniform Crime …
The Pardoned upon a second default
To be shown his waiting vault.
“Dickhead”
There is a saddened kind of shame
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans,
elementary obscene
a child can not reach deep enough.
It started when I read above
my third grade level reading group
and followed to my brownie troop
then fearful fighting, flight to home.
And in defense I’d use my gift
to make up names and write mean songs-
I’d teach the boys to sing along
and charge their chocolate milk money.
With my moustache a poor disguise,
with puffy, rubbing, teary eyes
I made myself apologize
though only choking squeaks were heard.
Nicoleslaw Dickhead was my name
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans,
slimy side-dish dung for brains-
a child can not reach deep enough.
Raise your child very carefully
otherwise your child could get damaged psychologically like me.
I could have attended any college university.
I could have had numerous Associate and Bachelor degrees,
but as previously stated, I'm damaged psychologically.
I've put a barrier between standard higher learning and me,
all because my child and teenage years in school
were spent in an environment so very cruel.
Nervously twitching standing in front of my class,
praying to answer correctly or appear like an ass.
I never was one who ever truly did fit in
and became another victim of ostracizing.
School yard bullies also had their share of fun,
making me curse the day I was born.
so when school finally ended, school was over officially for me.
No college university, no degrees for me.
Ever since my long ago school days of gloom
I've never felt comfortable in a classroom.