Characteristics impact a person in a cultivated society when the person’s roles are inconsistent.
Cultivated Society
“Life will be difficult, but I know we will be stronger than them.”
“Why are we judged.”
“It’s because we are different, and not them.”
Mitch sighs. He wished there were stronger rules.
Stronger enticement to color a picture, without notice to the dark boundaries that encase what we know as a society.
A cultivated society.
Mitch turns, looks at me and grabs my hand.
“Let’s go to town Ava, away from the fighting parents,”
“They just don’t understand, do they.”
‘His hand is so warm,’ I think to myself, ‘way bigger than my small hand.’
Walking down the street, I pull the hair away from my eyes, and breath.
I haven’t breathed heavily in weeks.
The stress, the relief, and the climax of
Unforgiving relatives, whom will never understand.
“Disgusting.” “Honestly, they should ban this.”
“Look away honey, it’s not real.” “GET LOST.”
The familiar cries
Of the street vendors
And nuclear families
Impact me and Mitch like
Never before.
It is all the same once more.
Mitch tightens my hand, we walk faster and closer.
I feel devoted to never let go,
Afraid I would lose him,
To approving critics of this cultivated society.
“Will the kids….” I pause, “hurt me again at school?”
Mitch hesitates and softens his gaze,
“Why would they hurt someone cute like you,” he whispers with a smile.
“Because I’m in love with you,” I cease to look into his eyes.
It hurts to explain.
To define the hatred of my classmates.
How do I solve problems
Like the bruises on my knees
From being shoved by the lunchroom
Or the scratch on my cheek
From being pushed too hard
On my locker door
I gaze at Mitch, how I love him so.
I
Love
Him
Mitch holds me in his arms.
“Hey, did I ever tell you the story of how we met.”
I giggle through my salted cheeks, “only a million times.”
“How I told you, you have the cutest name in the world, Avany,”
I smile, “I know, the cutest boy name in the world.”