Shot with an airgun
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This is a true poem about how my siblings took
Joy and amusement out of shooting me with
And air gun when I was very young.
And how I could not tell anyone I still have the
Metal pellets in my legs to this dayove 30 years
Later.
Shot with an air gun just to make me run.
Shot with an air gun just for fun.
Shot with an air gun just to see me fall.
Shot with an air gun just because I was small.
Shot with an air gun just because I was weak.
Shot with an air gun just because I didn't speak.
Shot with that air gun couldn't turn to my father
Or mother.
Because the one doing the shooting was my own
Big brother.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
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