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
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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