find some godforsaken rock and sacrifice the bitterness of youth <br />watch <br />-close your eyes and see this— <br />The coloring child brandishing her white crayon, trying to convince <br />The devilish boys beside her <br />To trade <br />(for violent red, loathsome green, oozing black) <br />But they only snicker behind <br />Writhing hands <br /> <br />(such sorrow) <br />Stumbling to the sandbox, she finds a pebble <br />And scribbles in white <br />[Mea culpa…] <br />Snaps the crayon in two and grinds it beneath <br />The heels of her tennis shoes <br />[Mea culpa…If not, then who? ] <br /> <br />after the boys have gone, <br />lonely on a bench <br />She slowly licks an ice-cream cone <br />And cries as the meltings defile her chin<br /><br />Abby Koning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-purpose-of-a-white-crayon/
