Picture Book

I was in the classroom, book ripped/
bullies in the schoolyard, everybody took it/
from the kicks, to the licks from the teachers/
voices loud and quiet, timid little creatures/
The stress and fear had me locked up/
inside on a sunny day, writing lines, chalked up/
like I had done something wrong, mentally broken/
I didn't want to leave the house, basically unspoken/
They threw me down the metal slide, tears in my eyes/
teachers were too distracted with the two other guys/
Came home that day with cuts on my hands and knees/
who knew those grade three days would turn me into the man I was meant to be/
A writer and a poet, words heal my rage/
I was meant to take my place on stage/
in this play of life from peasant to King/
from begging for bread, to wearing the crown and the ring/