Sivee's Corner

His first mistake was the smile.  It spread wider across his face with every step, his legs crossing one another in an almost elegant fashion as he glided across the floor.  The stick he was wielding passing from hand to hand, he turned his head left, then right, took a step forward and laughed. That did it.  All the months of persecution, insecurity, and pain flashed through Canine Unit 316’s mind at once, and he reacted like a rabid dog, instinctive and feral.  Quick as a snake strike, he rushed forward and slammed his full body weight into the red coat’s gut.  Before the grunt escaped the man’s lungs, the dog was on him again, sinking his canines into the red coat’s ankle and dragging him to the floor.  The red coat struggled, twisting, kicking.  He clawed at the floor, desperately seeking something to hold on to.  Realizing the futility of his efforts, he turned and swung the baton at the dog’s head.  316 merely seized the weapon, and, without losing stride, ripped it from the

IF YOU JUST GOT TO KNOW ME  (This is actually part of a children's book I wrote.) When I was a kid, I didn’t fit in Being smart meant in school work I’d always win The kids called me smarty pants and Ms know it all At recess, no one would pass me the ball But if you just got to know me than maybe you’d see There’s not much difference between you and me I may be smart but I like to have fun too If you let me I’d like to be friends with you When I was a kid, people thought I was dumb It’s just for me school work wasn’t much fun When I didn’t have the answers kids called me lame I’d rather be outside playing some really fun game But if you just got to know then maybe you’d see There’s not much difference between you and me  The way that I learn takes a little more time But that doesn’t mean something’s wrong with my mind When I was a kid, I said funny words I couldn’t stop them from coming, they wanted to be heard At times when I’m scared

     EXPERIMENT #4                                                      PARENTING IS A BITCH, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE People have kids for all kinds of reasons Whether planned, teen mistake, or some other seasons Most think it’s gonna be shit tons of fun Playing dress-up and the little one But too many parents in their brains fail to let sink The job of parenting is much harder than you think If only young parents would take a little time I’m certain that all of them would surely find That parenting doesn’t come with a nice set of rules Yet eggs and sperms are given, even to fools Being a parent can truly be your trip to heaven But it’s also a job that requires your 24-7 For even an occasion when they nod off to sleep You’re on call til the tell you that it’s time to leap But just cuz the job can give you an itch There are various ways to avoid becoming a bitch It only takes a few things for this to commence Patience, love, tolerance and so

I like me. I like my smile. I like my hair I like my arms, my legs, my dimples. But mostly, I like my heart. I am a good person. I care. I love. I laugh. I cry. So when Jason called me fat, It hurt. When he said, “put down that donut and eat a carrot.” It hurt. When he said nobody will ever marry me. It hurt. But then Jasmine stood up. She’s the prettiest girl at our school. She told him to be quiet. I smiled…a little She told him I was beautiful. I smiled a little more. She told him I was sweet. She told him I was nice. She said I was the best friend anyone could have. She smiled at me. She said someday I would make a beautiful bride. Then she took my hand, and together we went outside to play. The next day, I wore my favorite dress. It was blue with white trim and lots of pretty colors And when I twirled, it fanned out like a rainbow covering the sky. But Jason started laughing. He said  I looked like I was wearing a big, ugl

                    A DRAGON THE SIZE OF A CHIHUAHUA IN A CHICKEN COOP      "Ok, every chicken gather 'round."      The chickens paused for one heartbeat, searched for the owner of the voice, and, upon finding him, turned away and resumed their tasks. Several clucked, amused.      "No, I mean it, chickens.  I have something really important to say."      Not one pause. Not one glance      Anger began to build and with it Mincees accompanying headache.  He should be accustomed to this, after all, his size was unusual for a dragon, and thus being ignored and underestimated were common occurrences.  He got it: it was like being a T-Rex with no teeth, claws, or roar; not intimidating and subsequently disrespected and ignored.   Mincees knew he need to curtail his anger.  He did not want to hurt any of them.  More than that, he didn't want to destroy the chicken coop because then where would he hide from the others?      But these insignificant, tasty lit