April Showers and Dunkin Donuts are now everyone’s enemies
Creating obstacles on the chipped painted floors of the basketball court
The stormy chill in the air leaves me second guessing my next steps
Whether I want to take the risk of blisters across the palms of my hands
Or stay indoors to keep my hair tamed
Where the peak of my pre-teens years is cracked and tainted red
Being a great friend doesn’t always have its perks
My friends donuts was stolen by a desperate bully
Sending me on a hunt with justice on my mind
Just to slide on the buttery courts
And into a giant metal pole
Sending sparks flying
Sparks of broken bones and red rain
The trail of blood left behind painted the park like a horror scene
Every heart beat, could be felt in the open nerves of were my overgrown bunny teeth used to be
And with every heartbeat a new pump of bright red blood gushing out
Six hours of lack of medical help and three hours of tears
The never ending fountain of blood came to a stop with brown paper napkins plugging its hole
A new set of norepinephrine is release for a new horror show to began
The fear of being late to a New York State exam that determines your qualifications to graduate
From the dentist office into the homeroom class for my ELA exam
With a huge smile on my face as if it was my everyday routine
Except with a black hole the size of a can tab in the middle
A classroom full of confusion, uneasiness and amusement erupts into laughter
As I walk through the rows of desk with my head high and big smiles
For another rounds of giggles with a cracked chair to share my broken smile
Here are my teeth before the accident, my overgrown bunny teeth was my signature, that was usually the first thing everyone noticed. Please excuse the filter, at the time snapchat was very relevant, as it is to many middle schooler.
Unfortunately I can not find the pictures I took during the accident with my original broken teeth, but the image here is of last year, February 2020. I look like I’m 10 in this picture but I was 16, right before my 17th birthday. The temporary bonding that was done was getting shaved and filed to have my caps inserted. Around the accident, at first I was a little insecure about missing my teeth and my signature. I was overthinking how this would “destroy my life.” But then I came to realize it is just teeth, just my face and accidents happen. Losing two of my teeth in the most painful way wasn’t going to affect everything else that I have in my life. My friends, family, the roof over my head and food.
Here are my teeth now, they aren’t the same size as they used to be, they are just like the average size, which is ok, I’m glad to have teeth so I can chew food and smile again. But that doesn’t stop me from pushing my tongue against my teeth to make sure they are still there.
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