Now That I Have Failed The Test Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Mom now that I brought home the fan
That I am. You once again praise me.
You are my daughter who
Will try again, for like the leaves
On the tree, it will be green again,
For we know it is by trying, just
One more time, that we win.

But my friends laugh at me. Leave
Them alone for they have never been
The leaf, that makes the trees green,
And when on the ground knows, to bounce
Back is more important that not bouncing
Let alone not pounding back in yet
season of bouncing back.

What about now that they won't
Lend me their erasers? Tell them
You have a rubber tree at home, and
It rains erasers in thousands
That get overused and stolen
Like the on rubber tree farm in India.

Now they are laughing at me, for the
Lies I tell on the rebound, make me
A girl ashamed. Now look, you just
Go out there and stopper your ears.
That will glue their mouths forever.