Be That Special Child Poem by James McLain
Be That Special Child
Feelings of betrayal.
Is there any way,
to see the difference that she was.
You know it wasn't easy.
Bullying, like a secret word,
whispers on the wind.
The shadow of shame.
The day before the tears,
that never came.
Nightmares I relished to see,
the night's I stay up.
It's not the wind of the sea.
Sometimes I think it helps,
the bully know.
Knowledge is,
and of a child it starts
with only you.
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