Birthday Cake

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Day 5 (Write a persona poem)

birthday cake

Birthday Cake

The lady at the school
keeps asking
what kind of cake I want.
I know it is a lie
no one cares.
I tell her nothing.
Adults say
“‘non-verbal’ that one”.
But I jus’ got noth’n to say.
Words cause problems
don’cha know.
You open your mouth
and let them tumble out
next thing you know
you’re chew’n and spew’n on a bar
or that punk that sleeps with ma
plants one in the gut
when no ones sees.
Nah it’s smart just ta keep the trap shut.

It’s not like he’s my dad.
Nah he left us long ago.
Ma says I look just like him
says I be just lik’em too
guess it’s settled then.
When I was a kid,
I though he was a Superhero
but I’m seven Monday
I know there’s no such thing
it’s just movies. And Santa Claus too
just another lie.
Who starts these things?
Man it’s not like I’m some baby
like my sister. I’m seven ya know.

Here she is again, the lady at the school,
She keeps talking to me, why
she can’t let me be
no one’s bought me a cake before
why would they now?
Maybe she believes that Santa Claus
and Superheroes are real.
Ha! Just you wait’n see
come Monday
there be no birthday cake for me.

 

{This kid will get a birthday cake. Kristin and I made sure of it. It is a local thing and one we are passionate about. I hope you find ways to be a superhero in your community too.}