Bullying

Wrong time, wrong place

Coughing I pull myself from the mud

Tears run down my bruised face

Diluting the red of my blood

 

Like scavengers gorging upon prey

Jeers and jibs rip and hurl me down

Mocking, humiliating, the words you say

I’m entertainment…a worthless clown.

 

No more can I take of life’s ride

No more tears I can cry

Stripped of my dignity and pride

Today I would gladly die

 

I extend a plea to all nations

Stop this hurt…this humiliation

 

 

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