“Take this coin and buy a comb!’, he rants in class
You make me sick, was his affliction
If he could hurl a brick with that confession
it would be a deflection, not the least injurious
big silent green eyes sat and took in the worse
life had on offer, adorned in a thick skin,
a curse I shall be, mitigated my sharp mind

To stay away from their cruelty which was
a ritualistic norm to endure daily
I took refuge in the Library with the
only friends I know: Shakespeare, Dante, Wordsworth
as life spiraled on in my cloak of invisibility-
love notes were passed in haste,
date were made with the promise of
holding hands and making it to first base
I was invincible for I never got picked:
Not in sports, not on the debate team and definitely
not when the entire class got picked for the concert

A din ensued, making the class rambunctious
with all their homework piled on my desk
Cautious! to be completed before school ends
It was the school Ball and he didn’t have a date
All the pretty girls were taken
for he was too late with his requests
His reputation as the dashing, gallant school Captain
was shaken and would go down in the annals of history
as the ‘Captain who failed’ brutally
‘It is an utter sin to ask Ugly Duckling’, he lamented ruefully

Factually, I never accepted his request
Actually, I tore up the invite and
shoved it down his big mouth
Ugly and feisty was my reputation
I was ordered by the bald teacher with the comb fetish
to attend the Ball to save the Captain from damnation

A blue dress was hastily picked out
and I will not iron it nor match that twit
not paying much attention to the dress
for the hair was the arduous mess
I walked down the stairway of my home,
guests gathered in stone cold silence

I walk out to my Date in the driveway
honking the horn of his car like a mad donkey
he almost falls on the ground scrambling to
get out his car, to open the damn door
with his jaw ajar

We enter the Ballroom with echoes
of our names being announced
Utter silence greets us at the top of the stairs
with pairs of eyes looking up, it must be my Captain’s cologne
No laughter, No spit balls , No one dared to move
Welcomed Change!

Having to compose myself, I ducked into the Powder room
I never look at myself in the mirror when I groom
my make over will be my doom!
A girl walks in after me: ‘WOW’
I jump with a fright for I know it must be a delayed
tactic, and the games might be afoot now
She states before departing, ‘When I grow up, I want to be as beautiful as you!’
and that the Captain was waiting;
for the most beautiful girl, to dance and to date

What a paradoxical fate!
My reflection in the mirror as I gazed upon it for the first time
plus a ‘Wow’


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My first school Ball - that transpired - quite hilariously