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this story will be told and
retold
eternally, endlessly, ad infinitum, forever, for    ever
about school yard politics, or should I say school yard bullying

it started for me in elementary school    
I was different in this public school of adolescent
annoying, power hungry kids
I was part Ojibwe, a girl very quiet and shy

I was bullied, isolated, shunned
it was irritating, exasperating, maddening
my eyes were full of sadness for the sorrow I had been through
already
but the bullies did not    care
about any of that    it took courage to be there
I was made to feel small 
and I just wanted to be left alone


each day
I felt insignificant and of no importance
in the school yard I was ridiculed, called awful names
girls would walk behind me, giggling, whispering
saying things like "she thinks she is an Indian Princess"
or "look at her ugly clothes"
(that was probably TRUE   my cloths were second hand)
the boys were even more obnoxious

when
I went to high school
it was not much better   I was cursed from day one
but found a friend in a Cree boy
we would sit talking about our culture and stuff
for hours our heads together  ignoring everyone else     
he gave me strength
he said, I was beautiful inside and out and to never change
to this day we remain friends

anyways
over one summer something happened   to me
my hips flared   I suddenly had a SHAPE
the bullies tried to abuse me 
but I refused to fall    to chronic defeat
and somehow I had grown     some confidence
and was able to just ignore them

when a bothersome, troublesome, irksome girl called me
an INDIAN PRINCESS
I spun around     long raven hair twirling
and said "thank you".


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March 27, 2017

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School Yard Politics
Lewis Raynes

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