What I should have said- By Susan Thomas

Thought about what I should have said,
thousands of times through the years.
All the should haves
and could haves.
Only making the regret
of my wobbly backbone grow.
We were just kids.
Perhaps that explains your cruelty.
Your words may have seemed small,
no big deal,
taken as a single piece of dialogue.
If taken with the whole situation,
many people would gasp,
many would be horriffied,
many might ask what your damage is.
You said my pants were tight,
I hadn't had the chance to shop for something new.
You said my striped shirts were lame,
but yet I see you the very next year...
wearing a nearly identical shirt,
that you said was so lame.
You said my hair was ugly
and went well with my fat face.
Strange these words should be used,
as when they were said...
I had trouble maintaining a healthy weight.
I hated food.
Eating was a chore.
If the insult had been more persistant
I may have easily slipped into an eating disorder.
Thankfully your words didn't have that affect.
You would call me stupid.
Funny you would call me this.
It was obvious you didn't believe it,
after all
wasn't it you that tried to copy my answers to the quiz?
Joke is on you.
I knew what you tried to do
and threw the quiz.
You called me worthless,
 a waste of space.
I surely wasn't worthless to those who cared for me.
I surely am not a waste of space to the man upstairs.
It's these words that bother me most.
Not because they were some of many
that caused me depression
and thoughts of suicide,
but because you have children now.
How can someone
who tells another they are worthless
capable of raising a child in a healthy manner.
Won't they learn that pushing people down
and making them question
their self worth
is the right thing to do?
After all you set a fine example
of how to step on people
just because they aren't like you
and don't think like you.
I fear for your children
and any children
that suffer at their hands
because of you.

Book-By Susan Thomas

Silently waiting
Silently hoping
for tender human touch
for someone's gaze
to absorb the wonder you hold within
so much to say
so much to see
so many people to show me
you contain a world
that is unfamilar
the fantasy in your pages
is like a siren's call
beckoning the weak and strong
to answer your call
you hold no judgement
no hate
you just have a longing
to share the story
you have to tell

Chalkboard-by Susan Thomas

You have much to say
or nothing at all
Your words strong and clear
can easily disappear
You rarely look nice
and are usually musty and dusty
what you have to say
depends on what I want to say
your words are usually beige

but pink or blue happens to
running my hard tips against your surface
makes you screech
washed once a week
by the naughty child in the cornor
the sight of you
brings memories of
math problems
spelling words
grammar and more
the likes of you
are beginning to disappear
as white boards and smart boards
slowly take your place
soon you will be no more
only a distant memory
destined to fade
and find your place in history

Rhyming Nonsense-By Susan Thomas

Tick tock  goes the clock
as you mock the jock
and meet buck to buy a duck
the duck seperated from its flock
runs a muck as it sqawaks
you walk to catch the duck
but you needs lots of luck
as puck the duck
courts the cock
the wants to fuck
you run from the duck
you run from the cock
back to buck
to get your bucks
and apologize to the jock
and listen to the clock
go tick tock

Mountains of Cash- By Susan Thomas

Sitting on your mountain of cash
tracking every penny
squandering it all
on selfish interests
you see the gal
at the register
call her lazy
and say
she deserves what she gets

She has an education
a master's infact
but the 1 percent
wouldn't hire
it would cost them to much

She has a family of three
no doting father
living in a room
infested with rats
praying she's not evicted
next week

Found a job
providing minimum wage
can only pay 2 demands
out of 15
the day is good
when her children don't eat junk for dinner

She finds a second job
to afford rent
scarfices seeing her son score the winning touchdown
tells her children
no christmas this year
santa is broke

Meanwhile you sit on your cash
telling that gal
her family deserves what they get
after all you are some how better
with the same education
your selfish desires are more important
than their need to survive

Passing Seasons-by Susan Thomas

"For now the winter is past
the rain is over and gone"  song of Solomon

The chill in the air
Passed but moments ago
Lovely snow faded away
To show the green that was forgotten
Spring blossoms
Will soon take their place
In this organized jungle
We call civilization
Air has warmed
The sun has grown hot
Time has arrived
For picnics and walks
For love to infect the air
Making all giddy
And for laughter to ring out
Like a thankful prayer
The renewed air
Wakes us from our slumber
A beautiful season
Here for only a moment
Soon winter will come
And spring will be no more