Best Friends

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Growing up I was always one of the smallest boys in school, but I never ever got picked on or bullied because I was known as a tough-guy sort of speak. Two things I hated back then and still do is bullying and racism. Those two things don't mix to well with my blood. Here is a true story about an experience I had as a child. I would do it again in a heart beat if the situation occors.

Once upon a time... when I was only twelve years old I'll share a story with you all... A story, I've often told One of my best friends, at that time... Was walking home from school When three white boys started beating on him... Those bastards- oh, so cruel I didn't understand why they picked on him... Just because his skin was dark as night But he was my friend, so I went nuts... And I jumped into the fight I was throwing punches in every direction... Not caring if I got hit But until those bullies were all on the ground... My temper would not quit I went home with a black-eye that day... But those bullies, I whooped their a.. And I made them all apologize... While I still had a little more gas This story is true, I'm telling you... And this is how it ends For the past fifty years, Brian and I... We still remain "Best Friends"

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/16/2020 1:35:00 PM

What a beautiful story of a brave twelve year old who did what was just and right. Congratulations on your wonderful win Charlie, hope you are well and keeping safe. Blessings my friend, Jennifer.

John Watt

Date: 6/15/2020 10:54:00 PM

Charlie, this gave me chills down my spine. If more guys were willing to act on behalf of others as you did, at risk to self, there would be a lot less bullying going on. To quote Rodney King, "Can we all get along"? I hope the answer is yes. Well done, bud ~ John

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 6/14/2020 8:58:00 PM

Great poem, Charlie, I enjoyed this and it's something everyone should read. My best friend is black as well, and we never even mention it - we have the same blood and the same heart, and it will always be that way. I find it so strange that people make an issue of it. I also lived in St Croix, so I know what it's like to be hated for skin color, cuz I had rocks thrown at me on my bike every day on my way to work, just cuz I was white. It taught me a lot about bias and acceptance. Great Write!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/14/2020 6:10:00 PM

I think it would be an honor to have a faithful friend like you. This poetic story is how all bullies should be treated. My son had to learn to fight, three at a time and now no one messes with him. Doesn't hurt that he is 6'3'. A great write Charles! Blessings xxoo

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/14/2020 11:23:00 AM

Hi Charles, I was not aware that you are a person of colour. If you are not, please remove this piece from my contest. The poem is very good either way. Blessings Rick

Judy Ball

Date: 6/7/2020 9:58:00 AM

Love this Charlie. I'm from the South and never did understand why people looked down on others for whatever reason. Just doesn't make sense to me. Glad you two are still best friends after all these years, Great stuff. God Bless, JB

Silent One

Date: 6/7/2020 6:31:00 AM

Great poem, very well expressed..

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 6/6/2020 11:18:00 PM

Hello Charles … with all the doom and gloom, fire and hate, what a pleasure it is to read a wonderful story like yours. It's the colour of the heart that counts; not the colour of the skin - thank you so much Charles - Lindsay