Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Recalcitrant Schoolboy

Once again,
I am at the door,
Not the classroom's,
The principal's door.

Once again,
He'll ask me why,
“Why do you disobey?”
“Why do you fight?”

Once again,
I'll purse my lips,
He'll shake his head,
Clench his fists.

Once again,
He'll label me,
“Indisciplined,
Recalcitrant!”

Once again,
I'll be in a room,
All alone,
My detention room.


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