Seeing Red, a poem

Seeing Red

As Madame Keravona's perfume wafted past my desk
my mind drifted from conjugating French verbs.
To think...I had the audacity to wear my
Little Red Riding Hood
poncho in public,
made in my 7th grade sewing class
strutting out of school
not realizing that the 7th grade brain
was not ready to accept
the redness, the roundness,
the pom-pomed perimeter of my poncho.
I ran down the street hoping no one would notice
the red-faced tear-stained
poncho-girl. And
all the while the pubescent boys
pointing and laughing.

Lucya WK Lebid
31 Jan 2010

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