High School Jocks

High School Jocks by Sabrina Dawkins A musty empty weight room,a fog of stench suffocates air. The warmth of sweat dripped off bodiesnow hangs in humid air. Where have the bodies gonethat exerted till sweat wet the floor,that stank and moaned and achedfor the body that could throw a ball? They lifted weights for hours,talking,

False Teacher

False Teacherby Sabrina Dawkins How much did they pay you for my soul?I hope a lot, but I’m sure the number would disappoint me.Did they give you the clothes tooas props to help with the illusionthat you were someone who identified with me? I’m a sucker for a good entertainer, I must admit.Grew up watching

Good Teacher

Good Teacherby Sabrina Dawkins You found me with false information. You could’ve judged me, but you were patient. You probably did judge me at firstand wondered if I would ever choose youas my teacher. Well, I did, eventually. And this made you happy, but it saved my life. You never forced me to take your

Waste for Gain

Waste for Gainby Sabrina Dawkins Protruding belly, smelling of cigarette smoke,hair that belongs to someone else, never seen wearing the same outfit twice. I hear heavy banging on my door. A strange face greets me. I feel mild terror. Familiar strangersince you only speak to me shortly before you want something. Do you think I