A little piece of poetry

I'm not the only kid
Who grew up this way

Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones

As if broken bones

Hurt more than the names we got called

And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we'd be lonely forever
That we'd never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing

Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone

That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there's no way for it to metastasize
It does
She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop getting bombarded by spit balls

But the school halls were a battleground

We found ourselves outnumbered day after day

We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to the front of her desk
That read
"Beware Of Dog"

To this day despite a loving husband
She doesn't think she's beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face

Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer

That someone tried to erase
But couldn't quite get the job done
And they'll never understand
That she's raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she's only ever always been amazing


Shane koyzen- to this day

 

Tbh it's really worth it. It's spoken word about bullying.