The Great Guinea Pig Debate
by Rebekah Willhite
School yard antics don’t ever end -
they linger long into adulthood,
or should I say motherhood.
As I stood in the courtyard waiting for the bell
I heard two parents debate the pros and cons of Guinea Pigs.
According to one of the parents, “A Guinea Pig
will not need a wheel in their cage due to their long backs,
but a hamster would love wheel.”
I could have interjected;
better go to Costco and buy Benadryl in bulk.
But really,
I don’t want to talk about Guinea Pigs.
I don’t want to hear about Guinea Pigs.
I don’t care about Guinea Pigs.
You can hashtag black lives matter
but until you have to teach your nine year old
how to not engage with the police
or send a pre-emptive letter;
Under no circumstances is my child allowed to play outside with any type of toy gun.
Please have your son accompany my son into your house, so my son doesn't look like a burglar.
During soccer carpool, please do not encourage playing Shotgun.
You don’t feel that black lives matter.
I did not interject;
I stayed quiet.
Quiet doesn't solve problems.
Quiet doesn't make the world a better place, and
for the record Guinea Pigs just shit everywhere.
Then I had a vision of a little girl writing Santa Claus
asking for a Guinea Pig.
But the thing is that little girl will grow up to become a mother
and write Santa Claus a letter
asking for the safety of her son and every child that looks just like him.
by Rebekah Willhite
School yard antics don’t ever end -
they linger long into adulthood,
or should I say motherhood.
As I stood in the courtyard waiting for the bell
I heard two parents debate the pros and cons of Guinea Pigs.
According to one of the parents, “A Guinea Pig
will not need a wheel in their cage due to their long backs,
but a hamster would love wheel.”
I could have interjected;
better go to Costco and buy Benadryl in bulk.
But really,
I don’t want to talk about Guinea Pigs.
I don’t want to hear about Guinea Pigs.
I don’t care about Guinea Pigs.
You can hashtag black lives matter
but until you have to teach your nine year old
how to not engage with the police
or send a pre-emptive letter;
Under no circumstances is my child allowed to play outside with any type of toy gun.
Please have your son accompany my son into your house, so my son doesn't look like a burglar.
During soccer carpool, please do not encourage playing Shotgun.
You don’t feel that black lives matter.
I did not interject;
I stayed quiet.
Quiet doesn't solve problems.
Quiet doesn't make the world a better place, and
for the record Guinea Pigs just shit everywhere.
Then I had a vision of a little girl writing Santa Claus
asking for a Guinea Pig.
But the thing is that little girl will grow up to become a mother
and write Santa Claus a letter
asking for the safety of her son and every child that looks just like him.
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