Tonight's Poet Corner: Wild Child

Wild Child
by Belinda Roddie

They called her

unruly, uncouth,
unwilling to follow
"basic rules."

They sneered at her
lack of hygiene and
etiquette, slapping

her hands away from
soup bowls and forcing
her to use spoons.

If only
they understood

that she was this way
because her mind,
spinning on a hamster wheel,

couldn't stop
long enough to scream.