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.