Cubicle

A lad with so many dreams
“I wanna graduate,” he says,
“just give me a chance.”
A future withdrawn.


A heart-broken mother
“My daughter is pregnant.
My son was given no chance.”
Chose guidelines over pity.


Young lady with a pretty face
“I did no wrong,” she claims
“my friends are no goons.”
Cursed the system.


A proud mom I believe
“They cannot touch my daughter.
Negotiate with my lawyer.”
Did justice prevail?


An emotionally traumatized boy
“My parents are in Italy.
Spent vacation there last summer.”
Walked away from reality.


A pained grandmother
“My grandson ran away.
He might have gone to his mother.”
Sheltering a wounded child.


Two energetic freshies
“He hit me hard,” one says.
“You hit back harder,” said the other.
Repairing a broken pride.


One of the two came back
“Please don’t tell my father.
He will hurt me for sure.”
A displaced aggression.


A teeny-bopper craving for love
"I don't give a damn," she whispers,
"Nobody cares anyway." Tears fell.
Pretensions and denial.


An experimenting youngster
“I am not what they claim I am.
I didn’t even say those words.”
Trying to cover a jarred note.


A trusting mother
“I am not after what others think of.
But if it’s proven, he must go.”
Credibility heads on.


All these and more in two months time
an everyday drama unfolds
emotions break free
inside my cubicle.




Posted August 2, 2007 in CABAnata