Bullying Poem by John Fairlamb

Bullying
That slightly drooping wrist
That exaggerated lisp
That pathetic tone of voice
Bring fear with its malice.

That unnecessary stutter
That dramatic limp
That unsolicited 'help'
Bring shame and embarrassment

That twirl on the tippy-toes
That taunt about a tutu
That homophobic slur
Bring the boy-dancers down

That punch to the ribcage
That head held in a flushing loo.
That being stripped naked
Bring PTSD

That 'We were only joking! '
That 'You know it's just a game, don't you? '
That 'Come on, man-up! '
Feels like they are the players and I am the toy.
Toys don't have feelings, hey?