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What We Became
He had a limp
From beatings his father gave
And I had a scar
From someone burning my house down
School was our battle ground
The bigger kids
Laughed at us
Smaller kids
Thought we were monsters
We were sent out
Of our classroom
Because we were "distractions"
When lunch rolled around
We would run for our lives
Because they would chase us
They would pull our hair
Call us names
We knew something had to give
We gave our souls
Became part of their gang
Now we are no longer
Terrorized children
We are the oppressors
**No one in this poem is a real person**
From beatings his father gave
And I had a scar
From someone burning my house down
School was our battle ground
The bigger kids
Laughed at us
Smaller kids
Thought we were monsters
We were sent out
Of our classroom
Because we were "distractions"
When lunch rolled around
We would run for our lives
Because they would chase us
They would pull our hair
Call us names
We knew something had to give
We gave our souls
Became part of their gang
Now we are no longer
Terrorized children
We are the oppressors
**No one in this poem is a real person**
Published 24th Aug 2013
| Edited 11th Sep 2013
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24th Aug 2013 3:59am
15th Sep 2013 4:05pm
When I was growing up , there were a pair of students whom suffered much like the characters you have so vividly described, A great write and great read.
Keep up the great work Poet.
Cheers ! Scot.
Keep up the great work Poet.
Cheers ! Scot.
