8 November 2012
I struggled in apprehension, Waiting for the release of tension, When my paper would come, And when my grade will be unraveled to my eyes and undone. The teacher walked by with no expression, Just threw my paper to me with an easy succession, The D letter gleamed into my eyes, The messy red circle that made my stomach churn and cry.
I stared at the letter for as long as I could remember, A frown forming from the anger and heated temper, But soon it cooled and a small drop, Landed on my cheek comfortably did it prop. The 'D' feeling like a slap on my face, The nasty comments and shouts from my parents I did taste.
'D' • Opuss № I