Listening to her voice-shouting
echoes, disappointed eyes,
spit flying across the room.
Can only look down during this
full-length lecture about
alternative routes that
could’ve been taken. The
pressure to Be was always leading
but little girls in High School meet
little boys, it may be noise,
meaning it’s no excuse.
I get it more when tears
from a lady I have
never seen cry just fly on
down, so quick to
turn her back, but I
know she feels failed,
she is finished.
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