Boy Shunned Poem by Christina Simmons

Little boy what did it mean
To be humiliated?
Did you ached inside?
Feeling totally alone?
With pain beyond repair?

What did you hear
When you were shouted at
With such viciousness and obscenities
Ferocity seeming to have no constrain

They stood militantly and diligently
In the wake of getting
Ready to rip you apart
Like hound dogs waiting for the kill

Little boy if it's any consolation
I felt your pain: Saw them getting prepared
In the mood to attack; No longer saw men
But two bloodthirsty brute
In preparation for a barbaric act

Wanted to shield your blows
Felt the need to save you
From such viciousness

But had to protect myself
From your loss of face
So I chose to remain silent
Little boy?
I hope you understand.










Christina Simmons