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You used to walk in
With that smug look
On your face,
Wearing your baggy pants.
You had that look
In your eyes,
The one of pure evil.
You walked in with
Your long blonde hair
Thinking you were all that,
But you were not.
To me you were
A walking nightmare.
I was a hurting child
And you put me through hell.
You walked into school
Everyday in hopes
Of making me cry,
Which you always seemes to do.
Not only did you make me cry,
You made me want to die.
I woke up each morning
Wishing to die,
That I would not have to see you.
I used to dred going to school,
Because I knew I would have to face you.
Everyday I came to school
Beaten, bruised and hurting,
But you did not give a d*mn.
You gave me all sorts of crap.
You loved to tell me
How stupid
Or how ugly I was,
But you were not the only one
My family told me the same things.
However you did not stop there,
For you made up your own knickname
For me you called me "n*gger lips".
You thought it was funny,
But you did not see how much it hurt me.
You used to call me
A b*tch all the time
And for some reason I believed you.
You would tease me, hit me, punch me
Push me, and more,
Without an explaination.
Then one year you just disappeared
I went on with my life
And you must have went on with yours.
However I never stopped wondering
Why?
I also never forgot the things you did and said.
So as I sit here wondering
Why?
Knowing I may never get my answer
I just wish you the best wherever you are
And in whatever you do.

~Written to/about a child who used to put me through hell everyday. I just wish I knew where he was, so I could find out why? Good luck to you, wherever you are, Caine.~ 01/12/2003

I may have been hard for me as a child, but I know that in some way it made me stronger.