Kool-Aid Red This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 1, 2012
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,
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.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Austin_Thomas said...
May 23, 2012 at 4:14 pm
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 said...
Jan. 3, 2012 at 3:16 pm
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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