The ball bounced over
and I, ever ignorant, picked it up
And looked around expectantly
Hoping to throw it back
And finally, for once, join in a game, any game.
"Oh no, she has it now,"
A whisper said
My brown hands gripped the ball
Tighter as if
that could
help
Summoning up my courage
I walked over to one girl
Call her Bonnie, if you like.
I say
In broken English
"Drop you, take this?"
"Thanks"
sarcasm replies
as fingers slowly take it
minimizing contact
When I turn back
Bonnie throws the ball at the ground
and uses her hand-sanitizer
As if possessed.
That night, at home, in the shower,
I scrubbed and scrubbed
Trying to
Destroy
My brown
disease.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
The ball bounced over
and I, ever ignorant, picked it up
And looked around expectantly
Hoping to throw it back
And finally, for once, join in a game, any game.
"Oh no, she has it now,"
A whisper said
My brown hands gripped the ball
Tighter as if
that could
help
Summoning up my courage
I walked over to one girl
Call her Bonnie, if you like.
I say
In broken English
"Drop you, take this?"
"Thanks"
sarcasm replies
as fingers slowly take it
minimizing contact
When I turn back
Bonnie throws the ball at the ground
and uses her hand-sanitizer
As if possessed.
That night, at home, in the shower,
I scrubbed and scrubbed
Trying to
Destroy
My brown
disease.
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