ConductorA Poem by JRHe liked to play
dress up wear costumes and the other
kids mocked him they’d probably
call it cosplay these days, but there wasn’t
a word for it back then (I’m old) I mean, yeah, you
learn early on it’s not ok to
dress differently so when you do,
you got to expect something to come
your way and he was cool,
he’d smile, duck his head, go
to class he did it every
day and they mocked
him every day smile, duck head,
go to class; I never mocked
him to be honest, on
the inside, I was curious to
see what he’d wear
each day how far he’d push
it if there was a
limit before he would bend and dress like
everyone else like they wanted he liked trains,
and movies, smiling, ducking his
head he was a shy
creature it was almost
like he couldn’t hear them, the chirps in the
halls, the calls in the cafeteria; he never turned
to them he never fought
back in any way I don’t know
really how bad it got only what I saw and I didn’t have
classes with him I just watched
for him in the halls to see what costume
he’d chosen for that day and wait for him
to smile into their teeth; Then senior year,
he was just gone I heard a rumor
months later he’d hung himself and I couldn’t
believe it he always just
smiled, ducked his head and kept doing
his thing I thought he was
impervious to it I thought him
something much stronger than myself and admired him didn’t he know
that if he just knocked
off the costume thing they would leave
him alone? or would they? did they just
know weakness, scent it on him something I never
smelled? I like to think
it was something else… he wasn’t weak he just refused
to be anything but himself until they just
became too much for him and it was time
for the final smile the last time to
duck his head. © 2020 JRFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on March 5, 2020 Last Updated on March 5, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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