PUNK POETRY: The Worst Thing to Say by Susan Pollet

The Worst Thing To Say


What was the worst thing she could say

Her preschool brain could not keep

The flood of her emotions at bay

If she wished everyone would go

To the sky out loud except for her

Great grandmother who more likely

Would go there in real time would

Her anger still stay or fail to

Go away because she incited strong 

Feelings in certain listeners

She longing for understanding adults

To pave the way teaching her to

Channel all that baby fury with

Nowhere to go by wrapping her

In a full body hug acknowledging

Her emotion and teaching her a

Better way to let it all out



--Susan Pollet

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