Dark FunnelA Poem by Miss Lucy ZvenI had to write a poem for AP Lang about school, so I wrote a little poem about the hallway between classes...I walk down the crowded hall. My boots clunking dully on the floor. I stare at the ground, swerving here and there. Loud voices, mashing bodies. Oh, how the hall is cruel. All the many faces, blending, blurring. I cannot tell who is what, what is who. A 'someone' pushes past. My shoulder hits the wall. They turn around. Smack their lips. The ignorance. Pure idiocy. I look down, and walk away. Their voice slices me, "Fat, ugly, weird, f*g." I never turn around. Coward, Coward, COWARD! I move aside. I yield. If my body lay on the ground, I would do nothing to stop them stepping on me. Stop. Go. Swerve. Move. Finally, I reach my class. A smart class. No ignorance. Glory. I sit in my seat and dread the end. Oh, how the hall is cruel. © 2008 Miss Lucy ZvenReviews
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Added on October 17, 2008AuthorMiss Lucy ZvenOHAboutGuten Tag! Welcome to my little corner of this wonderful site. I do hope that you will read my work and critique it. Your thoughts are much appriciated. I don't know if I could be labeled a poet. I .. more..Writing
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