It made me think of how it felt to not fit in with the socioeconomic majority of my middle school, the kids with their lunch money who hung out in the “commons” wearing new designer clothing, and eating crummy food in the cafeteria with the other poor kids.
I remember slinking past the center of our school knowing my outfits weren’t cool, and heading to the refuge of the breeze-ways to hide my shame in a book.
Your poem brought back to me how boxers tend to come from the outcast crowd, each one striking back at a system that betrayed them due to another kind of pocket-book, and how they win with that by beating their better fed opponents, with heart.
The bullies in my school tolerated me for the look in my eye, the way I naturally harmonized with the thieves, and I’m sure that having lot’s of friends that were girls, strengthened my force-field too.
The bike I rode across town every day, with money I had earned working before the other kids woke up for school, brought me happiness as it took me away each day.
Since the rest of my blog posts tagged with medicine of the ears compile to answer the rest of the questions TK gave at the end of this poem, I’m going to leave this focus as a representation of some of the reasons why I love to ideate on potential ways to improve our school systems.
Thanks for the follow gal, your websites got my juices flowing this morning, and I appreciated the expressions of a kindred spirit, who finds refuge in words paying-out on a page.