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On an average day
Wednesday
March 25th, 2020
I realized that I misunderstood 
the regional time zones of USA.

No matter what everyone else may say
maybe a "Hip, Hip, Hooray",
I had not an ounce of gay.

Because now
I had missed the AP Biology live broadcastings.

Thinking that I was screwed,
I sank into a mood,
until I realized that
I could rewatch it all.

But my father stormed out of his room.
"THRALL!!" he shouted,
storming around.
Yelling aloud.

Yelling, like thunder,
leaving me blundering about.

"You never know the difference
Because you never learn!
I should be more stern!"

"No college will take you!
You miserable goop!"

When his storm left him
He returned to his room, on a whim.

He slams the door,
leaving me, letting my tears pour.

I sob quietly for a while
My sadness forming a pile
in my head.

Grandmother walks over
scolds me for talking back.
I whisper-screamed back.
"I did not talk back! You're so whack!"

Then mother came out
with her big old pout
said I was crazy
and also lazy.

Left me again,
without seeing my body bend
in psychological pain.

I slowly mutter a string of words from my lips....
"O my cursed creators, why must you be so?"
"Only because I think more slow?"