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Bully:

I sit and I listen , another child has died , Bullied and abused , This is now World Wide This **** needs to stop , It must stop today , How many more kids will we bury this way Broken and battered , You smile through the tears , School you should love , Not need to fear Braces on your teeth , Freckles on your face They made you feel so out of place Mom said I'm beautiful , That felt like a lie , The kids at the School Laugh and make me cry I just wanted to be liked , I just wanted to be a friend , The Pain is too much..I want it to end I do not feel pretty , I do not love myself , Please remember me and do not blame yourself Ghetto Child

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Skat A

Date: 4/25/2016 8:03:00 PM

A touching subject, Jeffery, hope to read more from you. SKAT

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/24/2016 2:37:00 PM

Sad topic, Jeffrey , Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Jeffery Skerratt
Date: 4/24/2016 3:40:00 PM

I am in no way a Professional Poet, I write about my life and the struggles I have been through, As an indigenous child I have seen my share of heartache, Addiction, and destruction among my people