The Fight

Benny Black was never understood A sixth grader but ever so truly Too big for his own good Always the bully Doing bad things to others because he could Never doing what he should He hated himself through others And chose my little brother To force his anger and cruelly uncover How chubby he was, how he was fat as a toad And a stupid boy scout doing what he was told A “goody-goody” always doing what he should I too was in sixth grade but more like a mother Who it killed to see my baby brother Taunted by Benny Black who made him suffer With words that beat him down like a scourge Concerning his obesity and goodness in front of others So I stepped in with fierce courage A head taller than I he was sorely angered He grabbed my hair and twirled me around I instantly fell dizzy to the hard ground He beat my head into the cement-I was in danger Until my instincts surpassed my fear, that’s why I squarely punched him in the eye It was all that I could barely fight that day It felt good that I protected my brother But I worried about how I might be in terrible trouble I lost the battle but had won the war; a price I paid With one lucky punch, his left eye to display To everyone in the school the very next day Benny never bothered my brother again For with his demise and embarrassment, Amen! He ran from a ‘girl’ and never lived it down Now a bully’s reputation that was so renowned Was blown away by a simple question of who? A girl did this to you?! And to this day he’s black and blue