Poem from the boys point of view - The child who walks backwards

My next-door neighbor questions my mom
about all of my injuries.
Mother tells her that cupboards and doorknobs
have given me black eyes and worse.
She says I'm bothered by dreams,
but really I'd rather be asleep than awake.
My neughbor knows I'm not that clumsy,
I climb her tree's like a pro.
But mother continues to say
I'm just a clumsy kid.
Well if being a clumsy kid
consists of running into her fists,
than I'm the clumsiest kid ever.
My mother tells my neighbor I walk backwards
into fireplace grates. Well really my mother
pushes me, burning the backs of my legs.
All my friends sign my casts
there's a new one every week.
I don't see why my mother bothers
getting me casts wen she breaks me
all over again.
My mother tells my neighbor
I run into things,
walk backwards,
and break my legs while she's sleeping.
My mother
is a liar.