It wasn't that the world was wasted on me, as I was.
I first felt superior, then shocked.
The teacher mocked that boy for wanting
to ride his horses on a school-day.
When the preacher's girl in panties skidded
past the bathroom door, we were all caught --
a bad girl took the blame.
Another bad girl once hit me in the face during dodge-ball.
We all rushed and buried Hughie even after he'd hollered "Red!"
What could I have said?
"Things are scary out there, Mama! Help me!"?