Monocrome Memories

Sat, 02/01/2014 - 00:21 -- -AE

a little girl just barely three,
sits reading beneath a tree,
the other kids scamper and run around,
that poor little girl dares not make a sound,
she turn the page and blocks it all out,
by Shakesphere,
"to be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to-"
a softball to the head,
a misleading name but not a single care given,
the ball rolled away and she continues to read.
"-to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end th-"
the last problem given to the girl.
she slowly, stalked over to the batter,
uh oh:
he has just snapped the thread the kept the bombe from exploding.
on his back he now lays in the light of the day,
taken down by a girl barely just three,
the 15 year old football player.
an audible gasp among the others around them,
she wipes dirt off her hands then swiftly walks away,
back to her book:
or so she thought,
whisked away,
she was dragged,
too strong for a girl,
overly smart,
all of which not one she was,
a little girl barely just three,
she got out on a plea:
just try to fit in,
get along with your peers,
please! we just want to get you away from here,
she was then released,
books taken away,
I scared too many people: that's enough for one day.

picture by picture all back in the box,
then all sealed up and locked with three locks...


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