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BULLY

my reaction to the terror
you instilled
and the
humiliation
you caused
was a slow
death --
cigarettes
and other poisons
pilfered
from my
mother's purse,
little
crutches
for the lame
that they might
walk among
men

my tendency was to berate myself --
i'd not known a male who would shrink
from the spectacle
of two athletes beating
each other to a pulp
or of one boy rubbing
another's face
in the dirt

but boys will be boys

and despite wisdom gained
and that sweet adage
that the learned
forgive and forget
i've done neither
having nursed those cuts
for a thousand years
and still
less than hero,
i wish you
only
the worst

and then
ask
for forgiveness
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
A bleak little poem about how some things are never resolved.
We may do okay, grow up, carry on with our lives, but the bullied carry their scars throughout.
I know my bully was likely bullied himself, but still....
Back in the day the wisdom said let the kids work it out, but now good parents hover and interfere.
I applaud it wholeheartedly, and wish mine had been there for me.
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