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Crayons

Date Written: September 18, 2017
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An oversized angry thug terrorized my presence

that bore resemblance to a baby bear cub

who I happened to meet on the first day of school

he was a bully and a tool

being ethereal, as skinny as a pole

he made it his sole ambition to torture me

 

School was not a place I belonged in

Teachers were awful too,

Calling for my parents,

using their canes or fists to teach

for they knew I had no one

my scores were flawless, perfect

She cheated they intimated

for the book award each year

Cannot be appropriated by her

Look at her!

 

He terrorized me during the breaks

My teachers had their stake in the class

How long will this last?

I heard the knock on the door, saw a child

drenched in sweat, shaking like a leave

covered in welts from the measles epidemic

Many a child had been lost that year

As no cure was to be found

the priest had to pray safe passage for his soul

as it was too late to make him whole

 

‘I need you to help me child,’ ordered the Priest

I looked at the dying boy and anger rose up in me

I wanted to bite and scratch his eyes out

in his current state

before it was too late

 

I had to make a day’s journey to the vale

Through the jungle a path we cut

as the black mambas  lay, looking like truck tyres

they lay in the sun, in wait

I walked with temerity; not to be a tasty bait

to extract the medicine required

to make the poultice as cure for measles

But he is a weasel I argued with the Priest

 

The cure was made and administered

having spent two months of bliss on the playground

he returns after gestation

Standing in the courtyard, I assume the brace position

anticipating his punches, for in his delirium

he will not know what transpired that night

a box of gold wrapping he extended gently into my hands

I shook as I opened the box fearing scorpions, bees or worse

the most beautiful gift I have ever owned was a box of pastel crayons.

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