I'M Not Talking (Children)

I’m just going to sit here. I won’t say a word. I’ll be like the children who are seen and not heard. If I talk I’ll say something I know I’ll regret, ‘cause I’m so mad at Sissy, I may never forget. She broke all my crayons, then she threw them away, and she blamed me for spilling her milk yesterday. I keep thinking about what I learned when just small: either say something nice, or say nothing at all. If I say what I want to say, I might be heard, so I’m just going to sit here and not say a word.