I was on the computer.
I was probably crestfallen
After I was rebuffed
By a boy I knew outwith.
And his friend.
There was only room
For two on the see saw.
So of course they would
Say there's no room.
Rejection is hard on a kid.
But boys will be boys.
From mars and venus.
I asked my mum to
Pleat my hair and she
Looked at like I was
From another planet.
I never threw myself
In headfirst, I was
Feminine in that respect. Cautious.
I needed some coaxing.
Away to do the jigsaw.
Even back then kids
Never had patience
For things like puzzles.
I was the only one
Who ever solved the
Extra problem solver
In the maths books,
When the teacher asked.
I was steadfast when,
I was positive of the answer.
I remember being absorbed
In my colouring book.
And I think a boy
Got frustrated trying
To keep up with me so
He scribbled over
His entire work book.
And the teacher
Took him aside.
I remember he was
One of the only boys
With wavy almost curly hair.
My hair was straight
Not a sign of a kink.
Then it changed.
It is the way it is.