July 18, 2010
We all make them.
Sometimes if we’re lucky
An eraser will do the trick.
And we can rub it across the page
Wipe away the dust
And all that’s left
Of our careless
Is a hardly noticeable smudge.

But some mistakes can’t be erased
No matter how old or young we are

Sticks and stones only break bones
Words can shatter the soul
A little quiet picked on 10 year old
Runs away because kids on the bus
Laugh at him

A sensitive 9th grader freaks out
Because a group of self-rising girls
Decided to throw her to the wolves

We tell ourselves
It takes more than that
To send someone over the edge

Maybe so
Maybe not
But there are no erasers…

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