The year I was in 10th grade
Cupcakes with pink frosting and balloons shouting cliches
Wrapped gifts and colorful streamers
Always filled the classroom
But what happens when it’s on a weekend?
When you’re not going to see your friends
Until the moment has passed?
I thought I was popular
I thought I had a lot of friends
I had baked the requisite brownies
And bought the expected gifts
Friday came
And went
No balloons
No cake
No presents
“Shoshana!”
I turn expectantly
“Isn’t it your birthday tomorrow?”
“It is”
“I just realized”
Cool
Home
A safe haven
No rejection
Until I see my brother
But, hey, that's what family is for
Until I see my brother
But, hey, that's what family is for
Sunday came
No texts blowing up my phone
Had I misjudged so grossly
Mom kept asking if I needed to study
What did it matter?
I was a straight A student
She needn’t worry
Dad asked me to go shopping
For a gift
For my mom
Despondent, I agreed
We didn’t buy anything
We returned home empty handed
Mom called me to the basement
As if there was a tornado
wreaking havoc
wreaking havoc
In New York
In the Winter
But we listen to our mothers
But we listen to our mothers
SURPRISE
My sister sprays me with something
I stop breathing
My mouth is gaping
My eyes are glassy
Hand clutching my chest
My eyes are glassy
Hand clutching my chest
My friends hadn’t forgotten
And I had even more then I thought
Some get a classroom filled with balloons
I got a surprise sweet sixteen soiree
And a memory that will last
longer then cupcakes and balloons
longer then cupcakes and balloons
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