My middle school teach said to my Grandmother;
“He’s just going through a phase”.
My Grandmother looked down at me.
I grinned back at her
with dirt smudged on my face
and my eyebrows raised.
In my back pocket I had
the panties of a girl
from class wrapped around a note
that said, “do you like me?
circle yes or no”
In my shirt pocket was the report-card
my mother had to sign
it spelled out EDDIE
when read from top to bottom line.
My fist were stained with someone
else’s blood and my
booty was itchy cause I didn’t have on clean draws.
I was wearing brand new
tennis shoes I hadn’t
left the house in that morning
regardless to the fat lip
I was sure to get
for taking them from my uncle’s closet
my toes sure felt cozy
My grandmother shook her head
when she’d finally finished
looking over me.
She turned to my teacher and said
“I don’t nothing about phases,
But I do know that the boy
needs his @$$ beat”.
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