Dear Peers Poem by Emily Winchester

Dear Peers



Dear Peers,
Do you get a kick out of being slow minded?
Do you get a kick out of picking me last in gym class?
Do you get a kick out of saying something I'm not?

Dear Peers,
What will you be when you get older?
Will you live on the streets?
I wouldn't mind.
I know what I'm going to be.
I'm going to save lives.
And someday, you're going to thank me after you get out of the Operating Room.
Because I could have let you die.

Dear Peers,
Why do you keep teasing me?
Because one of these days I'm going to lose control.
And there will be blood.
And it won't be mine.

Dear Peers,
Do you have fun being a boyfriend or a girlfriend?
Because I think it's something to laugh at.
Do you hate it when I have the second highest score in the class?
I hope so.

Dear Peers,
Do you love walking around town and staring at me?
Do you love laughing out of turn for attention?
Do you love pushing each other in halls?
Do you love running into me on purpose?

Dear Peers,
Do you know how much I hate it when you ask me out to get the answers to a paper?
Do you know how much I hate it when you wave your hand in front of my face?
I think you do.

Dear Peers,
Do you know how much I want you to read this?
I don't think so.

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