To whom it Concerns - a poem by a grade eighter.
To whom it concerns, Calvin’s work will be late
It fell in his pancakes and stuck to his plate.
To whom it concerns, my mom made me write this
But I’m just a kid, so how can I fight this.
To whom it concerns I lost my assignment
Maybe I’ll get lucky; solitary confinement
To whom it concerns, Calvin’s not great with a ball
And guys don’t want sissy friends when cruising the hall
To whom it concerns, I just turned 13
Too awkward to be quarterback, too plain to be seen
To whom it concerns, I am not made of steel
When I get blindsided my pain is quite real
I don’t mean to squawk, but it really burns.
I just thought I’d mention it, to whom it concerns.
I hate my hair. I hate my teeth. I hate that I’m bad at saving money. I hate that I hate the body that I am in. I hate that I am an emotional eater. I hate that I have no energy. I hate that I am in love with someone I should no longer love. I hate that I am missing out on a life with my friends. I hate that to most I appear to be one big joke. I hate that my insecurities make me over sensitive. I hate that I feel ashamed of who I am physically. I hate that my life is a kaleidoscope of random paths partially travelled. I hate that I forget to live in the moment. I hate that I don’t have someone to share my life. I hate that I gave up guitar. I hate that I’m not good atsports. I hate that my dad and I only connect on a superficial level. I hate the way I left my design firm. I hate how not saying what I feel leads to passive aggressive behaviour. I hate that I’m fundamentally lazy. I hate my varicose vein that has come back. I hate how I allow people to invalidate my opinions and suggestions. I hate how I don’t scuba dive. I hate how people laugh when I tell them I a personal trainer. I hate how my insecurities sometimes make me feel as if I have to lie. I hate that my relationships with my sisters are not consistent. I hate how gay I act. I hate how I haven’t found inner peace. I hate that I’ve lost my strength.
Oh poopsey, everyone has bad days...and as bad as it might seem sometimes, isn't it fabulous that you have ME ? ;-) XO
ReplyDeleteI have no comment for the junior high poet- Where was the "It gets better"campaign for that kid?
ReplyDeleteHowever, for present day Calvyn, my rebuttal is below. XXOO
Hair is hair. You have a great smile. I love that your a spender like me. . i love that you recognize you have the power to like or dislike your appearance. I love the time you ate jelly beans then jumped up and down about having eaten them... it was fun! Get some sleep. I love that you love. I love how you have friends all over the world and all of us are big fans of picking up where we left off, so that nothing feels missed. I love that people find your humour memorable, and your kindness even more so. I love that you are sensitive, it makes me feel human. I love that you have the ability to set goals and that you can and have followed through on them. I love that your life is a kaleidoscope of random paths partially travelled. I love that you have so much thoughtfulness in every moment that you live. I love that you let me share bits of your life. I love that you ever played guitar. I love that you are great at things other than sports, it gives us so much more to talk about. I love that you care about your relationship with your parents. I love that you are able to leave when you are done with something, most people lack the ability to turn the page. I love your passive aggressive behaviour. I think its cute that you think you are fundamentally lazy, when you are out there seeing the world and most of us are sitting at home only reading about it. I also hate your varicose vein that has come back. I love how you let people think that they can invalidate your opinions, cause really you are stubborn as an ox about what you believe, and will likely make fun of them later. I love that you know how to scuba dive. I love how you remind people that anyone can be anything. I love when you tell big fat lies like you are busy doing research in the Russian tundra, (and yet somehow getting cellphone reception in the middle of Siberia) and that after your done analyzing the samples of sugarcane that you've collected you MIGHT be available to get back to them... Hilarious. I love that you care about your sibling relationships. I LOVE how gay you act. I love that you strive for inner peace. I love and miss "The Calvyn Program", don't ever forget how amazing that is.
Just stop hating, and continue loving. I still ilke you, and have great memories. You made me laugh, and tha says it all! Your old cruise ship pal, Sara Hanson
ReplyDeleteShann spoke the words so many want to offer but do not have the talent. Calvyn,you are one of a kind and one of God's special people. Don't get down on yourself as God made you the way he wants you to be. Be happy and take note of all those who love and adore you. Even those of us who want to adopt you. We miss you and think about you very often. You promise to call and visit, but you are very busy we know. So... we'll come see you and hopefully brighten your day---16 of them in fact. Oh and John promised us you would have dinner with us every night. Love and Kisses always, The Sterns
ReplyDeleteI am waiting for the I like or I love counterpart. Everyone has the funk sometimes and it sounds like you have it. Hugs to you and now start working ont he other list.
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