My Kryptonite
From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service, I learned to assert my independence, grow in the ability to defend myself, and take responsibility for my own well-being.
early years were tough
soft-hearted, weak, but tender
I yearned to be me
After I became more disciplined, gained self-control, and developed a good sense of self-worth, I vowed that I would never tolerate the kind of behavior by others that made me so miserable during my younger years. Bullying, harassing, making another person's life miserable with insults—these things became my Kryptonite. Today, I cannot stand to see any person being treated with disdain because of their race, religion, cultural background, sexual orientation, social status or physical differences, period.
my kryptonite is
harassing, bullying acts
that shame another
written October 5, 2021
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