School Girl


So busy I feel dizzy.
What a fuss.
She already missed her school bus.
My distress was repressed.
I confess I tend to obsess.
I always have to express.
Her unaccurate progress with the wrong scores on the test.
What a mess.
For picture day she forgot to wear the pretty dress.
It was okay more or less.
I guess the school had the wrong address.
Her class room number was the wrong access.
By her gifted talents, Nobody was impressed.
The thought transgressed.
I have had enough stress..not autistic.. only artistic.
I went ballistic.
Nobody ever fixed it.
Her academic history falling through the cracks has been consistent.

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