Kalakali
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On the cover of my math book
Lies a single, salty tear.
I hope that no one sees it;
I wish I wasn’t here.
Quickly I try to hide the tear
And wonder from whence it came.
Mayhap that place deep down inside,
A place without a name.
“Come on,” I try to tell myself;
“Tough up, it’s not that bad.
“Just because they say those things
“Shouldn’t make you sad!”
Yet I know there’s a reason
For this hurt coming up from inside
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But wounds from words, I hide
It was the simplest problem;
Why, everyone could see
Even I could do it
But then the teacher called on me.
I absolutely froze, my friend
My brain completely spaced
What was such an easy problem
Was now a brick wall that I faced
My classmates’ eyes bored into me
The teacher’s locked on mine
I wracked my brain for something
I blurted out, “Fifty-nine!”
The teacher smiled sadly
And the class moved on
I heard some one scoff and say
“What a loser! What a pawn!”
Humiliated and embarrassed,
I slid low in my seat
I wished that I could disappear;
That would have been some feat!
And now there is a single tear
Sitting on my book
It’s not hard to think of why its there
You don’t even have to look
Its there because of what I feel:
Inadequacy without an end
Simply because of what they said
One day to have no mend
Lies a single, salty tear.
I hope that no one sees it;
I wish I wasn’t here.
Quickly I try to hide the tear
And wonder from whence it came.
Mayhap that place deep down inside,
A place without a name.
“Come on,” I try to tell myself;
“Tough up, it’s not that bad.
“Just because they say those things
“Shouldn’t make you sad!”
Yet I know there’s a reason
For this hurt coming up from inside
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But wounds from words, I hide
It was the simplest problem;
Why, everyone could see
Even I could do it
But then the teacher called on me.
I absolutely froze, my friend
My brain completely spaced
What was such an easy problem
Was now a brick wall that I faced
My classmates’ eyes bored into me
The teacher’s locked on mine
I wracked my brain for something
I blurted out, “Fifty-nine!”
The teacher smiled sadly
And the class moved on
I heard some one scoff and say
“What a loser! What a pawn!”
Humiliated and embarrassed,
I slid low in my seat
I wished that I could disappear;
That would have been some feat!
And now there is a single tear
Sitting on my book
It’s not hard to think of why its there
You don’t even have to look
Its there because of what I feel:
Inadequacy without an end
Simply because of what they said
One day to have no mend