Imperfection

Strange bells ringing Someone struck your ear Loud curses, you're hearing As you tried to calm your fear Flashing stars like shimmering light Someone slapped the source of your sight You fell down on ground like a withered flower Someone stepped on you over and over Hands and feet down on your direction Like a pouring rain of stone Someone made the laming blow While the others made a crow You were down and you were out But they wouldn't cease to shout To them it was so entertaining While you groaned in pain and dying You survived but now you're lame They still play you like their game All those deafening defame Try to tear you by your name And to think that the only reason Is your inborn imperfection Makes you want to hate yourself Or relinquish your belief Is it really an honor To hit someone who does not fight? Does it sound like it is valor To do what is not right? Dedicated to all victims of bullying, harassment, slander and all kinds of oppression wherever they may be