Grow Up

When I come home from school

and my parents ask how my day was

my answer is almost always

"Irritating"

or

"Bad"

or

"A pain in the butt".

Why?

Because my classmates will

scream

jump

sing

during class,

even body shame one teacher

screech at another because they don't want to

be there

even though they know that their teachers have

no power

over whether or not they can come to school

so therefore maybe

be quiet

and stop body shaming the math teacher

screaming at the language arts teacher

swearing left and right

singing TikTok memes

because

some of us want to learn

and 

some of us need peace and quiet to work

but do they listen?

NOOOOOO

THEY COULDN'T LISTEN TO THE UNPOPULAR KIDS

THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS BECAUSE WE DON'T MATTER, RIGHT?

These kids haunt the middle school wing with their

artificial fruit-smelling perfume that they

spray everywhere

lip gloss that makes their mouths look wet and slimy and gross

skin-tight clothing that is

too revealing

(I'm sure that no one wants to see that much skin on your childhood friend who avoids topics of the past in case your past friendship with them comes back to haunt you)

and the school administration

doesn't really have any power over this

but does?

How would I know

because they don't exactly tell us those kinds of things

and the P.E. teacher gave up on making us wear sneakers a long time ago.

So,

therefore,

I have decided to

be weird

embrace my weirdness

and irritate the

snot

out of these kids

because

no,

I will never wear what you wear,

no,

I will not run around spraying perfume everywhere,

and no,

I will not join you as you bully the teachers and dance random TikTok dances

because

please

grow

up?

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

More by Calico Frost

  • Ode to Bread

    Nothing with flour

    no bread

    replaced with

    matzo meal

    potato starch

    eggs that are the cost of two books

    all of my life necessities in food

    gone

    replaced with

    hard,

    crunchy,

  • Poem from when I was 9

    I have very mixed feelings about this poem, which I wrote when I was 9. Please enjoy, or at least humor yourself when Little Me rhymed "need" with "feed"!  - Calico Frost

    Animals and Equal

  • I am tired

    I am tired.

    I want to write a poem

    but I am too tired

    and I don't quite have the

    energy

    to write something with quality

    or actually

    sounds good

    so I am waiting for my