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life 3 min read 471 views Dec 22, 2015

Bullied

A walking new soul in a small town

Head high up never looking down

No peers in sight

But that's alright

There is only one me that's confident and free

Freedom of speech is what every little kid like. me has the right to 

You don't have to like me or my attitude 

I just know i"m better and so brand new 

High grades bright future is my sight to my destination

I will jump over all hurdles to touch my point

I might be young but I'm wise

Catch me at the right class sitting next to you

What you be surprised!

Stepping with a slow pace in a new school

With my fantastic grace that GOD gave me with no mistake

Walking up behind me a kid I don't know trying to tease me reaching to tackle my soul

I know he about to bully me coming in front of me 
Stopping my tracks 

I got no way to pass

Have no one to have my back

'' man I hate that'' ! 

'' let. Me pass by '' is what I said to the bully 

'' no you a new kid and I dont like new kids'

Pushing against his shoulder with strength to 
Finally pass

''Ha ha '- I said and went on my way

I won't let another boy get in my say 

Off into class I went

''Yes '' '' no bully '' I said as I sat back in my chair 

To my right my fear came true 

Short red headed angry look on his face gesturing with two fingers to his 

Eye meaning he will be watching me

I never had this kind of fear that I was afraid to see

Scared to be who I was destined to be 

Which was bold and brave

Class now over arrived at my locker now I

Don't want to be bothered

Here comes the bully

He stuffed me into my locker 

Pushed around and torched

Bruised eyes, broken jaw is what he did to my face each chanced he took 

Each night I cry myself to sleep

And tremble under death the covers

Wake up each day with cold sweats 

Want to look myself up in my room is what I would do for four years I accepted abuse

Today is my day fora win God told me 

Not to fight my enemies 

So I won't 

Told them nicely how I am fed up and found out they bullied me because they was bullied now I finally forgave them 

Always forgive

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A very potent write life was not easy growin up as a kid

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