Nurtured bites (A Poem) | #1000Speak

Nurtured bites
She rested against the locker,
cold metal pressed against her back
hunter green like her thrift store Army jacket.
She wondered if someone had worn it in war
and if they’d been on the winning side.

Head on her knees
she tried to breathe deep
like her mama’s newest guru
taught her. Breathing was a gateway
to her chakras, which seemed clogged
but she thought maybe they were just hungry.

Sharp pain in her ankle,
dark laughter and footsteps racing
down the hall. She hadn’t bothered to
look. They were all the same.
She was always their target practice.
The weak ostracized from the pack.
The gazelle.

Tears burned the back of her eyes,
Waiting to be freed.
She swallowed them down.
On today’s lunch menu:shame.
Then something changed,
Shadow above her
Seen through her hair curtain.

Teacher lowered herself quietly.
Legs crossed at the knees.
She reached into her satchel,
that matched her shoes perfectly,
pulled a sandwich and
passed it to the girl.
“Want to talk about it?”

The girl shook her head.
Not today.
Maybe she would next time.
That sandwich seemed fill her
With hope.
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18 Responses to Nurtured bites (A Poem) | #1000Speak

  1. This was a bloody awesome piece of writing
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  2. I love it. Best soul food out there, a Hope Sandwich. I had a similar moment. First day at a new school. The first girls I met were cheerleaders who proceeded to make fun of my outfit, and then it was writer’s assessment until lunch. I had nobody to eat lunch with, and this girl invited me to her house for a bologna sandwich. I hate bologna, but I loved that sandwich.
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    • Tamara Woods

      That’s exactly what I’m talking about Michelle. A hope sammich. Sometimes it’s just that little bit of kindness that makes a person’s life so much better. And look at that-years later you remember that girl’s actions. That was powerful bologna.

  3. Wow, so wonderful. Great poem
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  4. Beautiful. I’m glad someone looked after her in the end. You made me care.
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  5. You have such a gift with words and expression. Enjoyed the sentiments as much as the way you crafted each stanza. 🙂

  6. Those people who step into those fragile and vulnerable moments with a hand or a word or a hug… we never forget the impact they have on us, do we?

    Yes… THIS.
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    • Tamara Woods

      No we don’t. I still remember some of the beautiful moments from growing up when a teacher reached out to me. I didn’t always open up, but it made me feel good to know they careds.

  7. I beautiful story of compassion….reaching out….hope. *Notice..Act..Nurture*.

    Great poem.
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  8. What a lovely thought I wish it happened that way more often. I really enjoyed it though!
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    • Tamara Woods

      Rena, I don’t know how often it happens, but it definitely happens. Thanks for commenting!

  9. A simple hand or kind word can mean so much to a child that feels lost and forgotten in the world. I felt the hand extended in your poem. Well done.
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