In perspective of Xiomara

~Joseph Blake, Class of 2026

The Fury of Frustration

In perspective of Xiomara

I’m in the hallway

Punching the boy against the locker

The boy who put his hands on me

The boy who touched me

When I didn’t wish to be touched

When that boy touched me

I see Aman in the corner of my eye

Solo mira fijamente!

Like a cheetah eyeing it’s prey

That’s all he could think of

In that stupid, cerebro de celulas cero of his

Just stand there and let me figure it out

Stand there like Papi and Twin

Like all the men I thought cared about me would do

So I showed that boy who’s boss

I walked with my heart broken

Being touched, like I am some kind of token

I made sure

Aman and that boy knew

They would never

Touch me

Again!