*You once were white, as dead from blight, I sought clothes in which to dress you, Was never harsh nor thrashed with whips, Yet my clothing you tore in two, Choosing, in spite, to wear the strips.
*As God’s own tongue, Woke Adam’s lung, On you, I chose life to bestow, By means of words, their meaning clear, But these, my words, you would not know, Nor hold my words to you as dear.
*Creature of spite, And sleepless night, You devoured my tape like bread, Wasted my ink and paper, too, Chewed up my scissors—now they’re dead, And at my mental health did hew.
*You’ve had your fun, But now it’s done, I mock you, sir, who once mocked me, My teacher, now, will have you scored, I leave you in her hands with glee, I’ve conquered you, my poster board.
This poem written by Josiah Scheck upon the event of completing his poster board presentation for General Psychology at Concordia University, Mequon. Written 12/06/2010.