IN HONOR OF PAST CREEPS
In our youth, when growth came painfully
there was always a jock or home queen. Creep.
They always knew just what to do
and how to look and act and be
making us smaller than he or she.
Aways dressed just right, invited everywhere
in receipt of admiring looks
from most of the opposite gender.
In their lights, we felt 'not there'
always stood intimidated; did they care?
Only if we dared to try and share.
We grow and our old school crowd splits
The creep is gone though we remember them
for their image: beauty, wisdom,
white toothed, sweet-coy grin that seemed aimed right at you~ or me
elegance, strength, cat call superiority:
we accept creeps, though they threaten our base integrity.
Bastard! Whore! we rebel
but lie awake and insecure while they sleep well.
Reunion! One fine day it comes to mind
we want reminder in flesh and blood
of those years that made us who we are today
The jock, the queen, they show up and, doing so, unwind
our too tight imaginings.
They don't have the world by it's ass: our kind
of real life is so differing from the teenage frenzies of our minds.
The creep has gone nowhere
and so seeks refuge in us.
After a couple drinks
tries to prove a strength
that no longer exists, I think.
In youth it's good to know
a creep or two. They help us grow.
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.......but ya know......seems it was important enough to bring up from the basement.........as it surely was a good read star......
.....and has so much of what kids feel when in the high school years....which transends....even into adulthood dont ya think?
...& thx for thoughts as well as validations... I don't visit this board much anymore... I must be a wintertime writing gal... 
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