Gets a little cold
when SHE
is walking in
the Playground, gets a little rocky when
her gang is throwing stones, gets a little wet
when I get spit
upon my back-bones but I'm used to wearing spit,
even though
I'm tired of it, (my soul has grown
immune to it,you know.) Ostracised
by serpent lies where bullies
cheer the view, playground owned by those who stone a segregated few.
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My special-needs grandson was a victim of horrifying bullying; eventually, the police were brought in. What needs to be done, is preventive maintenance, rather than wait till it's out of hand, and often fatal!
Well done Kay.
it is brilliantly written by an excellent poet,
thank you Kay,
The parents are the ones who are really suffering! Too bad!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(
Love Tinka
Right on write Kay..
Love ya!
Fee
Enjoyed your take on a problem that is endemic in society.
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(
Peace,
Carolyn
good write
pax A