It's Time to Write Again Oh Boy !
Where Is My Pencil And My Stack Of Yellow Lined Paper
I'm dating myself
I had yellow paper left over from school
This is practice paper
All my thoughts are sprawled out on paper
I can make correction after correction
Lines through words I spelled wrong
Even whole lines circled and re written
Later to be added on in a different place
Only to be scrapped at the final moment
As if there was no turning back
The white paper we never got
It was only used for the final copy
When it was time
We had to write real slow
In blue ink and I told myself over and over
I got this
No mistakes
Concentrate
Focus
I didn't care it took an hour
Even though I am cursing under every breath now
When I am done
I sit back sleep eyed and yawn
I did it
I knew I could
I just didn't realize it would take me an extra thirty five minutes
There could be no corrections on this paper
This had to be perfect
I could feel my body shift from cheek to cheek
As I leaned on the front of the seat
My hand was ready to fall off
Quit the belly aching
You have to keep going
You have to see it through
I have had many of these conversations
With no one else in the room
I became my own judge and jury
Last time I checked
I am getting fifteen years
Parole in five
For good behavior