They taunted me every day
called me names, threw stones at me,
and kicked me.
But I held my head high
One cold frosty morning,
they went too far.
They cut my legs with knives,
and bruised my side.
After school my mother soothed my cuts,
And showed me how deeply she loved
and cared for me.
But I didn't think of that at the time.
The room was dull and grey that evening.
My mother was getting the super,
I lay still in my room,
while my cuts throbbed with pain.
I paced slowly up and down the room.
I made my decision,
I wasn't going to put up with this anymore.
There was no meaning left in my life.
But what I didn't think of,
was my mother, father and brother.
I now watch the tears in their eyes,
As my coffin goes below the ground
I'm sorry I let them defeat me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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