He walks in silence ;
he suffers bravely
the banter
the insults
that are
tossed
his way
No one knows
how much pain
the boy
can stand
The teachers and principals
look no more
his way;
He is
a casualty
He walks in silence
tearing
uneasily
not eating;
sleeping
some
at night
Sometimes
he will
remember
times without
this torture
And people, grown people
who stood up for him
and cared
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NAT, BULLYING IS SUCH A COWARDLY ACT.
I WENT THROUGH A LITTLE OF IT WHEN MOVING INTO THE 3Rd GRADE FROM A SMALL COUNTRY SCHOOL TO MUCH LARGER CLASSES.
IT WAS A NEW EXPERIENCE TO ME AND I ALLOWED IT FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS, NEVER COMPLAINING TO MY FOLKS.
SATURDAY MORNING CAME AND WHOM SHOULD I MEET ON THE STREET BUT THE LARGER OF TWO BROTHERS THAT HAD BEEN PUSHING ME AROUND ON THE WAY FROM SCHOOL.
MY BROTHER FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN I HAD TAUGHT ME A FEW THINGS ABOUT WRESTLING AND BOXING, SO 'ED' , ONE OF THE BULLIES, OLDER AND LARGER THAN I, SOMEWHAT FAT TOO, WAS VERY SURPRISED WHEN I APPROACHED HIM AND HIT HIM A HARD LICK JUST ABOVE HIS BELT AND SOUNDED LIKE THE AIR COMING OUT OF A FLAT TIRE.
ED HEADED FOR HOME WHIMPERING AND CRYING. HE AND HIS BROTHER NEVER SHOWED ANY DESIRE TO WALK WITH ME AFTER SCHOOL.
LATER I LEARNED THAT BOTH HAD BEEN ADMONISHED BY THE DAD AND MOTHER WHOM HAD ADOPTED BOTH BOYS. sam
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