Final project for my Writing Workshop class is due Tuesday.
Here goes everything...
from the corner.
i.
so pink it makes your ass hurt.
but you’re not gay!
they don’t know that.
he wants to be
pink.
pink?
pink.
flaming pastel
pink
to make his dad
yell
pretty
pretty
pink.
strawberry blonde
no more –
you know, his curls
will match perfectly.
sally hansen – thursday,
then?
thursday.
it won’t last long,
you know.
i don’t care
nothing ever does.
oh, to be fifteen
with hair.
ii.
it doesn’t hurt so much
if you can laugh about it.
fucking white people.
he sits, surrounded
by those he sees as
beige.
god damned
fucking white people.
we join in
fucking white people.
i know the pain inside
the clang of metal
as hate
and fear
and locker
collide.
fucking white people.
because that’s all
we can say.
iii.
don’t listen to her.
she’s stupid.
besides, she has a big butt.
she’s back
the stares follow her
by the few
who know
she smiles, laughs.
is it real?
maybe
if the dark
of the halls
is better than bright white
of hospital sheets
and the folded piece of paper
casually tossed to her side
curlicues and loops
handwriting of the innumerable
hers
dagger to her heart
they don’t understand.
try not to cry
try not to cry
try not to cry
try not to do it
no matter what.
iv.
la vita e bella.
i see it.
i see it
all.
beauty
never looked so good.