“Bull”
By Latefah Poole
Young bobby Jo,
Misguided and abused
Although it’s been a couple o' years
The divorce brought about lost truths
looked at as worthless,
Never did anything right,
Couldn't make Dad happy, Regardless of how he tried.
They called him names
They put him down and told him lies
He cried for help
But no one hears silent cries.
.......Finally, he bottled his anger,
Stop excepting love,
He would no longer be inferior, enough turned into Enough.
Found a kid at school one day
The smallest in the pack
He turned into a superior.. and he never again looked back....
Time heals all and we all have a story,
To understand the bully is to understand the bullied
“I chose this title because the word bull is the common ground between the words bully and bullied. I have learned that the wise man is not the one who is able to understand the understandable, but the one who can understand both the understandable and the not so understandable. Even the worst people have an innocence.”
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today’s posting.
