past midnight I stroll down the pathway through the hallway of the past books in hand speeding up to not be late for class turning in two pages of late homework assignment the dog ate the third couldn't blame the chicken scratch on the cat teacher told me to take off the hat hair was a mess picked it out with a k cutter and shaped it to perfection in the process a few strands fell on the desk pulled a few out while taking the test mama wouldn't except nothing less than C's rarely got A's but made the B's I was of age when I learned mama couldn't read "well you sure could've fooled me" and she did all those years she had to quit school when she had me she didn't get a sweet sixteen I wasn't a buddle of joy pacified with a toy I crashed the party but didn't deliberately spoil the fun if anything is to blame it will be the choices made between a girl and a mama's boy it's so much to this story but not much for me to tell as I approach the end of this part sudden sadness fills my heart it's 3:00 and all is well