Bullying: A Story of Survival

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I.
I enter
my formative stage
growing pain,
as I lay face down
the Earth,
pushing back
hands of a troubled
mind, holding me
down.
II.
It’s something of
his pleasure,
my mercy-
an increasing loss
of hope,
shattering as
my spine
cracks, and
b r e a k s
under,
the strength
forcing his hand
into play.
III.
The inevitability
presents itself,
as so does,
the devil,
in disguise:
black hood,
torn clothes,
show us your,
vulnerability.
IV.
I fear
nothing,
this pain-
weakness
leaving,
the body.
In increments,
I accept
the experience
as a lesson,
ever-changing,
I welcome
This bravery.
V.
Stronger more
than ever,
thanks to
another-
Michael.
Same name,
different game,
I’ve played,
and survived.
VI.
Together,
we can take
a stand.
Be heroes,
of our
time,
lasting
views
on love,
and life.
We unite,
for a cause,
welcoming all.