Untitled Dark Poem #7

Left

bleeding

blood bright

glistening against splintered white

snow

saturated

slowing

life slips away

while I watch

sat on heels

head cocked

grin upon my lips.

You

hit me

broke me

slay me

tore me to shreds

vile words

fists

feet

crumpled down

listening to screams

unsure

do they come from me

or

is that rage from you?

Last time

you shoved me once

to table I fell

upon which

sat the knife

settled in the blood of the roast

vivid scarlet against bone china

up I scrabbled

held in defense as you laughed

not believing

ever

that I would dare to disobey.

Freedom found

in that first slice

in that first howl

not from my lips

yours

as fear leapt

you began to back

as forward I came

blade in flight.

Slashed

slitted

coming aware

under full moon

blowing snow

your death

agony for you

freedom from chains for me

to hell with your mores

to hell with your evil

I will no longer be a part

I renounce

this claim you held

as the light

flees from your eyes.

©March 30/21

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I Did A Thing

Tuesday evening after work I had a Zoom Parent Teacher meeting.

 

First I am not the best with that type of tech and I kept turning mute on. Once I figured out how to unmute I realized I could not hear as the speakers were turned down but when I tried to turn up speaker I muted self again. Decided to leave the volume where it was so that I would not miss anything.

 

As expected T is doing what he needs to do and nothing more. I am hoping that with him going back to school full time on the 5th of April will make him more inclined to work a little harder. He can do it he is choosing to do the bare minimum which I am not overly impressed about.

 

The discussion than turned to Maths. And how T struggles with the ‘New’ math. What I call the torture chamber of hell where you have to write out the steps of math. Now all I know is that someone out there must have been afraid of losing their job which is how this bullshit came about. What was wrong with the old way? Nothing. It was and is like anything else repetition and memorization. Now T is struggling because he does know how to get to the answer he does not write it down the way they want him to so he is not getting the grade.

 

Me: I am going to be honest with you. As long as T gets 50-55% in Maths I am happy with that. I know he can do the work. I know that he understand. I am not going to push him to do Maths the new way when I do not understand it.

 

All his teacher could do was nod. What are you going to say to me? No I have to push him harder? That I have to force him to write this shit out when I myself do not believe in it? That absolutely will not be happening.

 

I know that T can do the Maths because I have sat with him in the evening and once I have explained the concept in a way that he understands he is off and running. And I understand that each child cannot be taught to learn they way they learn and that is where we as parents come in.

 

Also when I am older than said teacher and although not the smartest at the whole Maths thing I can still do what I need to in my head. And I do not require an elaborate system to count back money. Did anyone ever thing of that? Teaching children that they must write everything out has led to a lack of ability to perform simple adding/subtracting in their heads.

 

I know this because I have been called to many a till to help a younger staff member out when they have punched in the wrong cash amount.

 

©March 29/21

Picture is my own