Playground Politics
She mumbles, picking a scab
Making it bleed
So she can feel something other than sad.
I jump to annoyed,
Thinking she's just being
Petulant,
Difficult.
And then I hear her again--her hurting heart
Shattered in a million pieces
Learning too early
Not everyone is kind.
I stoop to hug her,
To cuddle
To fill her up with love
While I want to stomp the kid that
Stomped her heart.
It's nothing to most
But everything in her world.
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