as if being at home wasn’t torture enough for her.
Living with a man that studied a bottle every second
& every minute he had a harsh lesson to give out..
almost every night
& every day,
grade school was in
& when it was time to play
she ran from her classmates-
they couldn’t understand her
in her solitude always quiet & lonely…
as if being sad were a felony-
yes, the kids never understood her.
They would never know that at home she couldn’t sleep
so in grade school she would sneak in a nap-
short, interrupted with the slap of the teacher’s mouth
while all the other kids would laugh
as she wiped drool from her lip..
& despite her blatant intelligence
her teacher never questioned it
when every paper she turned in
turned out a flat “F”
because she has ragged clothes & puffy eyes,
a little girl with a white trash disguise-
what teacher would’ve even tried anyway?
They even used one of her papers on “no-no day”
to show other kids what NOT to do..
no one knew she didn’t have anything
so her mom printed that paper in the library and said
“Turn this in baby”
Because mother knew if she brought home another “F”
the man wouldn’t accept it-
he would throw a fit
& fit throwing he did…
But no one knew this…
so her days in grade school kept on like this:
getting bullied at school
getting beat down at home.
& no one ever asked the little girl