How wrong she was, not to fall apart, not to fade away, not to die wretchedly
On she went, unmindful of chattering twits or twittering chats aimed at her
Why do you exist? Why suck our air? Leave us! Leave us! We are uncomfortable!
Always it is the same, for the one, the sad one. the lone one, even so in crowds
Color, it doesn’t matter Intelligence only makes it less bearable Sex no protector.
Surely they would have loved her better if she’d have broken down and cried out
Or if she’d have dumbed herself down several shades to match classmates
How dare she? Doesn’t she know we are children of lawyers, judges, officers?
Why does she raise her head so high, her grade so high, in our presence?
You are nothing, you are worthless, you should kill yourself for our sake!
Hmm, she thought, through the pain: if nothing I am, then why do you bother?
Actually, I started writing this out of annoyance in regards going to court and being accused of being the predominant cause of lack of communication between me and my Ex – as if .. well, I can’t tell you what might have really been the cause of it, because that would be being less than nice and get me in trouble.
All I can do is to change the subject and tell you to watch American Psycho, Sleeping with the Enemy, and .. .err. .whatever that Jennifer Lopez movie is. Then jam them all together in your mind and ask yourself : Would I have trouble communicating with that conglomerate man?
However, this is not about court, my Ex, or those movies. This is about before that, grade school nastiness that, for some of us, never stops.