The First Time

She looked around with fear in her eyes
Lost among a crowd of cheerful cries
Trapped in the room, feeling all alone
Walls closing in, made of lead and stone
Sitting on a tiny wooden plank called bench
Someone puked, spreading around a putrid stench
She missed the comfort of her mother's arms
As right outside the cage her family swarmed
Racing to the window bars for a quick glimpse
She spread her tiny fingers, just one last whim
The door opened a crack and hope surged
The angry lady entered and for peace urged
The pinks and greys of her dress stifled her breath
Oh, is this what was known as death?
Dragged from her corner into the madness flung
To her water bottle she still lovingly clung
Bade to sit and heel like a dog
The memory, the shame, a hazy fog
Among smiling faces she felt like a fool
Wishing no one the horror of first time at school...