the Children of the Corn Stare
Hey kid,
burning a hole into me
with your creepy "Children of the Corn" stare;
I promise you that I'm not a monster or an interloper.
I'm just in a wondrous contraption called a wheelchair.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2019
Poet Notes: I get that some kids are just curious or fearful of my wheelchair because they don't understand, so they stare. It's normal but the staring gets creepy sometimes, 😁 lol, especially when it's more than one kid at a time. It reminds me of that movie, "Children of the Corn." It feels like they're staring right into my soul, muahaha! 😈😜 This poem just pokes fun at the awkward situation.
Smooches and think Tink! 🧚🏻♀️💋
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