Making the Grade

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

I sit, I write, I invent a future.
A future with A’s,
A future with D’s,
A future where letters spell fate.
Your pen decides,
Or does it?
Perhaps my caprice
Would rather see
You in tears
For years
Wondering at my hate.

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