THE PROCESS

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THE PROCESS

His mother yelled at him after school

Because he STILL hadn't cleaned his room

Every time he was told to get to it

He always answered "Soon"

But this time his mom had it

She said this is where my reminders end

If your room is not clean by Saturday

You can't go out with your friends

Oh he was so angry and resentful

That, on his way to school

He spray painted swear words on the children's slide

And cursed his Mom for a fool

He couldn't process his feelings

Or understand the need for discipline

He just acted out in destructive ways

Thinking he's getting even

With time and more maturity

His ability to process his feelings grew

Until he no longer had a meltdown

Cooperation is the path he will choose

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