Report Card Poem by C.R. Ebowski

I walked home, a yellow backpack I wore
Dreading the moment that was in store
For inside my pack was yellow card
That would reaffirm me being a retard

My father looked it over with an angry frown
And at that precise moment, he slammed me down
Without a second thought, he vigorously slapped me
Saying ‘Why do you have to make me angry’

It was then that I knew the worst was yet to come
No matter what I did, I couldn’t avoid the outcome
He unbuckled his leather belt and folded it in two
Raised his arm high and then followed through

After a little while the pain will go numb
Fighting wouldn’t help so I learned to succumb
I would wait for him to stop and try not to cry
With my eyes closed waiting for the final goodbye