Junior High is Highly Toxic

Blythe Baird - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
Junior High is Highly Toxic
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It was the year the band teacher called a boy "retarded" for picking sky blue sticky tack off the walls. It was the year an eighth grader dissolved ex-lax into a seventh graders Gatorade, who soiled his pants running the mile next period in P.E. It was the year someone stuffed leaked newspaper articles about my father- the politician- into my locker. The year I had to touch my toes for the vice principal to see if I was compliant with the dress code. It was the year I ran for seventh grade president and started calling my mother by her first name. Linda and I painted campaign signs for weeks- "Be a Smartie, Vote for Blythe!" and "Don't be an Airhead, Vote for Blythe!" with respective candies attached to white poster board. One was a photo of my face with a milk mustache saying, "Got Blythe?" The day after the posters went up, they came down. My face: ripped. The candy: hijacked. (Jokes on you, hooligans, that shit was stale.) My eyes and teeth were blackened with sharpie and upside-down crosses graced my forehead. It was the year that, every day, I wrote in my journal so furiously, my hot pen singed through layers of loose-leaf sheets. Every day, I wrote I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE in the margins of my algebra notes. None of it was a poem. The point is, every day, I wrote.
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- Blythe Baird