Get away from us
They say
Four-eyes, chicken legs
Their words
So insulting
Such a strong boy
He turns away,
Not listening.
Then he goes home
And cries.
Years later
In High School
They are in sports,
Popular
He is in Calculus,
Chemistry
The names they call
Him hurt more now
But he will not show them
He will be brave.
After college
We see where our hero stands
Higher than them all
Laughing at those men
They were only
Lonely bachelors
He had wife and child
And was leading, CEO
Of a most prestigious
Company. How comical.
the boys
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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