Wondering around,
it hurts
to not
belong.
The joining of
it all-
Kool People
The Intimidators
The ones...
who push
too far
for
me.
There are
consequences
for
resisting.
Isolation
Alone
So alone,
with the...bruises.
This
is not me
or, at least,
who I want
to be.
So,
a decision
must come
from
me.
Puberty
seemed
more like...
give me
Liberty
or give me
Death.
Some
support
would certainly
help our young
transition.
I had
several
sleepless
nights.
I actually
came
to the conclusion-
I must
defend myself,
without reservation,
or die.
So,
calmly,
one night
in my
double
bunk bed,
I decided.
In the morning,
force must
be met
with force.
Consequences
be damned.
I
will cross
the line.
The one,
everyone knows,
but is afraid of.
And,
rightfully so.
Because
to cross
this line,
you must
leave
all behind.
Even
a young man
knows-
The red line.
The rage line.
The wake-up later line.
And so,
I crossed.
I fought.
I raged.
I tried...
to kill.
At
nine
years
old.
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Author Notes
This is...absolutely true.
Our children, especially,
at pubescence,
need NO BULLYING.
Just simple love
and support.
victor touche
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