I put on some makeup to paint my face white
like creatures that only come out in the night.
My fingernails, too, are all pointed and red.
There’s no doubt I look like the evil undead.
My mom drops me off and I run into school
and suddenly feel like the world’s biggest fool.
The other kids stare like I’m some kind of freak.
The Halloween party is not till next week.
Copyright © 2005 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved
This poem appears in the book
When the Teacher Isn’t Looking by Kenn Nesbitt