Charles Messina Poet Rhyme

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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.

Best Friends

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 June 16, 2020 at 1:35 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 June 15, 2020 at 10:54 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 June 14, 2020 at 8:58 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 June 14, 2020 at 6:10 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 June 14, 2020 at 11:23 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 June 7, 2020 at 9:58 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 June 7, 2020 at 6:31 AM Great poem, very well expressed..

Lindsay Laurie June 6, 2020 at 11:18 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