Unfairness still carries a sting

autumn

Shuffle, shuffle, kick dirt.
A pebble flies, a shoe dusty.
The kid shuffles along.
Spots the pebble, kicks it.

Shoulders slouched, a sigh heard.
Hands tucked in pockets.
Anger felt, the pebble kicked again.
Stamping of feet in a tantrum.

The same pebble being kicked.
From school all the way home.
Tense, to face the music soon.
A report card burning a ‘D’ .

The mark for bad conduct.
The pebble kicked one last time.
The teacher was mean, a tyrant.
The ‘D’ was unfair, the fault another’s.

Daddy was going to be disappointed.
Eyes tearing, punishment awaits.
Never will a ‘D’ be a mark in the future.
The look of disappointment hurts a lot.

A bitter lesson learned on truth.
Others may not believe you.
Tears long since dried up for that kid.
But the unfairness still carries a sting.

By C.E. Pereira
(1-5-2016)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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