Three schools determined to win the cup.
Furtive looks at the score board. We hardly ever won.
Races were my favorite - though small - I could run real fast.
One year in the broad jump competition I landed somehow wrong,
and bit my tongue. It split apart, blood filling my mouth.
I tried to hide it. But everyone came running.
Kids gagged when I spit the blood out.
Teachers looked stricken and reached for handkerchiefs.
What could anyone do? Put a band aid on it?
I was sent home.
My tongue swelled and I talked real funny.
For a week, I'd stick out my tongue to show the ugly cut.
Then nobody cared anymore. It took 5 years for the scar to go away.
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