Kool-Aid Red MAG

January 1, 2012
By raggedyanarchy PLATINUM, Jackson, Mississippi
raggedyanarchy PLATINUM, Jackson, Mississippi
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I suppose it can look rather strange
To an outsider
When his words tie each other up
And strangle out of his lips,
Kool-Aid red

Because they cannot grasp
His refusal to play tag
Or eat white foods
Or wear anything green
And his preference for being alone
With himself

But the outsider isn't around
For the few rose-scented seconds
In which he smiles at her.
And his mother thinks that maybe,
Maybe,
The therapy is working.

Until the seconds pass,
Too quick for outsiders to notice,
And recede into eyes of stone.
The smile turns to gun powder,
And his words tie each other up again.


The author's comments:
well, I wrote it imagining a young boy with a bad case of autism, but as always it's open for interpretation!

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on May. 23 2012 at 4:14 pm
Austin_Thomas BRONZE, Eatonville, Washington
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Nice poem I really liked and I do see how it could be about an autistic child xD but when I first read it i thought you were talking about a black child in a white community....

IzzyVT SILVER said...
on Jan. 3 2012 at 3:16 pm
IzzyVT SILVER, N. Ferrisburg, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Wow, what a great poem. Just looking at the picture you've chosen I wouldn't have guessed that you'd written this poem about an autistic boy, but after reading the poem I understand. Great job, it's a really good poem.


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