Friday 30 November 2012

#69 - Post-It Notes Of My Youth

I adhere them to the faces of family and friends:
'Be kind to this person,' each says.
Sometimes the warning falls off,
and I forget.

As time goes on, I spread the tag to more
and more people: bus conductors,
the elderly, toddlers.

By the end of it all, I am pasting them
on thugs as they kick me to the pavement,
shocked they seem unflattered,
trying to make it stick.

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