Dear Bully,
Where does it stem from?
The disgusting glum,
The unfounded hate,
That secures a poor boy’s fate.
If he’s not straight or a bit overweight,
There’s no debate.
Who are you to judge
And hold this baseless grudge?
Look what you’ve done
Is this classified as won?
Your words and actions acting as a machine gun.
Last time I checked
You were never the elect
To go around and correct.
Respect.
Take a look inside
And open your eyes.
It’s time to realize
The denial and the lies.
It’s a problem within
That you’ve taken out on him.
But one day he’ll no longer be your bait
You just wait.
He’ll be saying, "Look what I can create."
As he marries his soul mate
And lives in a nice estate,
A car with a gold license plate
And your ego begins to deflate,
Your hate begins to negate.
We’re all humans you know,
Trying to go with the flow.
Let go.
Comments
Login or register to post a comment.
xixi743
"That secures a poor boy’s fate." At first when I read that line, I thought that it said "severs" instead of "secures". Then, I realized I had read it incorrectly. If you think about it, both words fit, depending on the way you look at it.
The flow of your poem was awesome. I can hear the words being said in my head. (It's okay if you think I'm crazy for that).