THE BULLY

THE BULLY

He has a name, lives do he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who waits every day,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows I’m not afraid.

The bully goes too far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett

 

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6 thoughts on “THE BULLY

  1. Knew a few when I was a child. My brothers and my father were men who could become violent when angry. I decided that I wasn’t going to be like them and I felt the fists of others and the shame when I simply walked away from fights all the while knowing that I could easily beat my enemies but I wanted to be different.

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