It looked like trivial teasing
meant to be laughed over with friends,
something that happens all the time
among children grouped randomly
in the rooster coop that is school.
But something more unpleasant
grew out of that trivial teasing:
when teasing became bullying,
when the hitting, poking, taunting,
shoving and hair pulling got too
much to be taken like a joke.
A surge of anger rose like lava;
enough was enough: it had to
end and it had to end someday.
The pressure of anger bubbled,
swear word volcano exploded
from a mouth that had been too
silent for months, punctuated
with kicks, punches and slaps
delivered with vindictive pleasure.
Then anger receded to the
sea of emotions
like the aftermath of a furious tsunami.
But what would remain for the days
to come is tension that will keep
crackling in the classroom, making
it harder to celebrate the
of putting a foot down.