Hoolahooping is hard
Especially for an 8-year-old with no rhythm
It's even harder to watch everyone else spin their hips and magically make it work
You sit and watch, rationalizing that it is a talent they were born with
Or maybe their mom taught them
(your mom taught you how to pickle tomatoes in your living room)
The sun beats down as you lean against the fence,
as you squint not from the rays,
but to hide the tears of frustration
"Quack-a-dilly oso" starts to echo in the background,
followed by 12-mini clapping hands
You clench your fists and sulk toward the corner of the playground
That's probably a talent they were born with, too
(And you need talents to make friends.) |
Submission Name: Day 5
