What They Said
Things everyone said about me
fluttered through my head,
innocent butterflies in the midst of violence.
I painted them with negativity.
You’re always looking down. Liz.
SNEAK. Anonymous mark on my locker.
You should have destroyed it. Why didn’t you? Lindsey.
Are you daydreaming? My driver’s ed teacher.
Dyke. Slut. Bitch. Guys at the assembly.
The assembly. About violence.
It taught us nothing.
Lindsey was getting up.
I had to stop her.
“Lindsey,” I said, as if her name had some kind of magic power.
The wall of students pushed me hard
until I fell against her.
“Fight!” they screamed.