Just Like Javi


Little boy waiting for the bus
on the corner with Mom,
his little belly sticking out

Destination clearly marked,
yellow rectangle of paper
pinned to his shirt.
Mrs. Miller’s class.

His deep brown eyes penetrate mine.
The fullness of his cheeks remind
me of someone
I used to know.

Angry, he stares
at the world in silence
while the others know
the routine.

I think, don’t be mad.
It’s just Kindergarten.

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