Red Stripes I should’ve gone to another school But it’ll just be the same Maybe not. Then again, seeing them laugh. Makes me want to hurl something at them. I sneak into the washroom, I walk into a stall Close the door Leave myself alone Breathe I am quivering, thinking about men in war, the defendants of the U.S long time ago. The red stripes through white and white stars among blue. Pressure. Brings me to the knife. Mother, Father, Brother—friends stop me. Hiding it, trying to believe it, so I can stop it. I laugh— almost like a maniac I hear steps. I shut up. Immediately, I hide Hide where? No one cares to look. Girls come in laughing, applying their makeup to make sure that they boy of their dreams will like them. The way they really aren’t. Makes me want to laugh. They’re almost like clowns trying to please an audience. They whisper about me, like it didn’t matter if anyone heard it. Because they knew I knew. “Because she got rejected”
“Nooo, because she’s just not pretty like us.” Pathetic girls. Liars. Did they know? Really? They all guessed the reason, only one got it right. “Maybe it’s us…” said shy girl of the group. Growls of disbelief immediately sound, “What did we ever do to her?” The rumors, that made me jump out of my skin The locker full of garbage. The boys that I had to up with in class. The pranks that made me angry. “We did do something.” shy girl brings up The other’s laugh, “that was nothing” Shy girl shuts up. They walk out into the hallway smiling. I can’t see it, but I know it. Tears roll down my cheeks, I asked for something to stop this pain, and I got an answer. Now the answer doesn’t seem sufficient enough… brings me to wonder, how many more red stripes will I last?