Rue Glacee Poem by Cherie Mort

Yesterday, I slipped and fell on my butt
Twice
I have bruises as purple as plums
On my arms, on my legs, on my butt
I wince, I cuss
I want to go home
But still, I grit my teeth
And head to school
So, for a little while longer, I can escape the world I am slowly being pushed into
Like a babe from the womb
I am innocent, in most ways, of the darkness of the world
As well as of the light
My bruises will fade
From this day, when the road is like an ice rink
But the memories I sustain of this world
Will not leave so easily, or willingly