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First Grade Recess

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I wanna wear rainbow-striped leggings like Carly
or a bright pink tutu with Zoe's sparkly shirt.
I'd like pigtails or a vivid
purple flower clipped
in my hair.
I'd like to run with abandon
hollering after a ball
and do a leaping high five
when I catch it.

I want to jump rope--double-dutch, in fact--
"Ice cream, Ice cream
cherry on top
How many boyfriends
do you got?"
and count As High as I Can
until I miss

I want to skip away with my friends
and giggle at a joke,
without a care in the world.

But alas,
I'm here in the background
standing still, dressed in
blase black and khaki,
watching from afar
with a whistle and a name tag
around my neck--Official-Looking--
and bewildered by all these rules,
remembering My Schedule,
keeping things in line...
wishing I was 6 years old again,
even if just for a day.
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Joining in the fun at dVerse Poets for Open Link Night. 
More great poems there!

Picnic

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We have a mandate to leave no child behind,
Yet we are educating children not left behind,
But left to die, escaping with their families and their lives,
The clothes on their backs and a lifetime of images they want to forget.
So we attempt to educate them--
‘educate’ from the Latin-‘to lead out’
Lead out from terror, away from want, weariness and war.
Away from fear, their homeland torn beyond recognition.
Lead them to America, where we shout “welcome!” and expect them to be,
Somehow, just like our children.
Expect them to forget the hell they’ve seen,
ask them to ignore the obvious (they are alive!)
Expect them to observe the rules, sit in our chairs, be quiet,
controlled, obedient.
Raise our voices when they don’t understand,
hand out warnings at their laziness and lack of discipline,
shake our heads that they are so behind.

And all along inside, they’re saying,
“Thank you for the clean water and the toilets in the school.
Thank you for the windows in my classroom, the grass at lunchtime,
the dail…