Appearances to the Contrary By Sara Holbrook

I gripped my fists

And ran in place,

Stuck out my tongue

And squinched my face.

Made boo-boo lip

And slammed the door,

Crossed my arms

And stomped the floor.

You tried to talk,

I ran and hid.

Why do you treat me like a kid?

Sara Holbrook http://www.saraholbrook.com/ “Appearances to the Contrary” from Wham! It’s a Poetry Jam by Sara Holbrook (Wordsong, an imprint of Boyds Mills Press, 2002). Reprinted with the permission of Boyds Mills Press, Inc. Text copyright © 2002 by Sara Holbrook.