The Fight
Benny Black was never understood
A sixth grader but ever so truly
Too big for his own good
Always the bully
Doing bad things to others because he could
Never doing what he should
He hated himself through others
And chose my little brother
To force his anger and cruelly uncover
How chubby he was, how he was fat as a toad
And a stupid boy scout doing what he was told
A “goody-goody” always doing what he should
I too was in sixth grade but more like a mother
Who it killed to see my baby brother
Taunted by Benny Black who made him suffer
With words that beat him down like a scourge
Concerning his obesity and goodness in front of others
So I stepped in with fierce courage
A head taller than I he was sorely angered
He grabbed my hair and twirled me around
I instantly fell dizzy to the hard ground
He beat my head into the cement-I was in danger
Until my instincts surpassed my fear, that’s why
I squarely punched him in the eye
It was all that I could barely fight that day
It felt good that I protected my brother
But I worried about how I might be in terrible trouble
I lost the battle but had won the war; a price I paid
With one lucky punch, his left eye to display
To everyone in the school the very next day
Benny never bothered my brother again
For with his demise and embarrassment, Amen!
He ran from a ‘girl’ and never lived it down
Now a bully’s reputation that was so renowned
Was blown away by a simple question of who?
A girl did this to you?!
And to this day he’s black and blue
Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2021
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