Mad.

I was mad.
I came home,
Slammed my books in my room
Took out my kite and flew it
High
Into the endless sky
And it dove into a tree
I became
Madder
I spoke to the tree
And told it to let go of my kite
it said No
And beat it up.
I became so mad
I swore
And swore
And swore
And swore…
The kite fell down
All tattered and torn.

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