Just For Being Me
Was not a rough and tumble kid
A sissy boy they said
As I recall, I even took
a Teddy Bear to bed
With countless tears of wondering
What is it that they see?
Why am I so hated
just for being me?
I preferred some crayons
or games on city streets
and chores to earn some pennies
to buy a bag of sweets
Dismissed by words of parents
“Kids can be so cruel”
I still felt the sting of constant
torment all through school
But I survived and yes, I even
learned to love myself
I had my mom, a friend or two
my books up on the shelf
I worry for the ones, perhaps
not strong enough to see
to know the worth of being loved
“just for being me”
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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