The Wickedness Of Nine-Year-olds

For Inspiration Think Tank

Their words

Were shards of

Ice

Cold and Heartless

As they

Imbedded in my

Skin

 

The cruelty of

Nine-year-olds

 

Their assumptions

Bit me

Vicious attacks

Of malevolence

That

Scorched

My skin

 

The ignorance of

Nine-year-olds

 

Their frustrations

Were thrown

At me

Their verbal

Punch bag

(Not that it didn’t

Make me stronger)

 

The insensitivity of

Nine-year-olds

 

But now

I am older

And I

Can look back

At them

As they

Struggle

 

Knowing

I have their

Wickedness

To thank

For my

Strength of

Character

And unfailing

Empathy

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

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Oh, I love this piece. I'm thinking of my 8 y/o neice now and wondering what she's in for. God, kids are savages, aren't they? Well... you know, most of 'em! I'm glad you turned the torment into strength and I'm sure those little beasts are just as unhappy with themselves now as when they were nine, and by all rights, they should be. Excellent piece!!!