© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
This child much later grew to teens
Still immature in female growth
Cruel taunts of classmates targeted
Her skinny legs unbudded chest
In middle school, the insults changed
Now worst from girls instead of boys
She often walked three miles to home
deterring vicious bus-ride jeers
Some words so scary that she trod
On altered paths to help avoid
A brutish hulking girl who vowed
She’d take abuse to violence
But friend she found in late eighth grade,
Her people moved from out of state,
Too big to bully, smart to care
About foul words meant to demean
Her native Oklahoma drawl
“It’s how I talk, why should I change”
And so this child began to learn
That insults hurt but never kill
September 26, 2018 at 8:27 pm
Oh, I so get this…some hurts you never forget. Though you do learn to survive.
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September 29, 2018 at 1:33 pm
Fabulous post
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September 29, 2018 at 1:33 pm
Please read my post
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September 29, 2018 at 9:35 pm
A harsh childhood – and how cruel can the young be as they make their mark. But, as they say, ‘what doesn’t kill you…’.
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September 30, 2018 at 7:58 am
Beautifully penned!
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