Bully for You

P1160348I dream of sharing safely

my thoughts, my fears, my self,

without the terror of being ganged up on

taken down and pummeled

with editing fists.

I know the power of the crowd,

the attraction of the target,

the death scent of ostracization.

“Kids will be kids,” you may say,

not wanting to interfere.

You were once a child.

Perhaps you smelled the bloodlust.

Perhaps you relieved yourself by

bruising the young spirit of another.

I don’t doubt you suffered yourself.

Too many years I made excuses

for your bad behavior.

My compassion forgave you because

your father was an alcoholic,

you didn’t have much money,

your grades weren’t as good as mine.

Of course, you were more popular.

I had to forgive if I wanted to survive.

Later, we became friends.

Isn’t that the way of children?

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