Growing up a nerd…
We point our fingers at them,
We laugh and call them nerds,
We snicker behind their backs,
But what is it that they, according to us, lack…?
They cry at the slightest things,
They are willing in crowds to just sing,
They want to be a part of the “in” crowd,
Not allowed into our cliques as they do hang out on the wrong cloud…
Peaceful though they may be,
Never to start a fight,
They try to be themselves,
But they are pushed around,
And treated like outcasts,
No wonder some of them kill with guns,
Those that did pick on them and call them in the loafers, light…
Gay though they may be,
Or are we using a stereotype?
What is all the, over this, hype?
They are just kids growing up,
Just like we were and are,
After being picked on by others,
Someday in prison they will wear a uniform that is striped…
© ed ~ 5/21/05
Everyone else said it well!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Ed Man'- You Kicked some literary butt with this one!
Excellent Truth expressed from the Compassion you have
for humanity....outstanding!!!
Rich Suarez
Why do you think we have that cliche "if only I could go back with what I know now"... eh, moving forward and outta here, then... katy xox
A thoughtful poem with a meaningful message.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)