Little Big Man

I was always the little guy, Picked on for my size, Pushed and prodded in the halls, Cowered to nothing by their calls, They threw rocks at me every day, So I would leave early on my way, And wore two coats with hoods, Rocks only striking when I stood, Sometimes they'd throw boulders, And they glanced off my shoulders, And then I would come back in pain, With yesterdays tear stains, Once they crippled me for days, Hitting my legs, oh what pains, But then my dad took me in, And I grew into a young man, And two years later I returned, And now the tables were turned, You see I grew a foot taller, And no longer was I smaller, I visited those who threw stones, And none of them had grown, As I did those past two years, And I couldn't pay back the tears, For I knew their sudden plight, They were too small to fight, But they soon left my brother alone, This was the gift I gained from stone, So from bullied to protector I moved, And the little ones all approved, Of the new big friend they now had, And how I stopped those bullying cads.