Jun 2016
People always asked us
Why do you girls
Always look angry
Sorry it's our resting ***** face.
But perhaps it was
More the fact
That we took nothing
From no one.
A few saw through it
And became friends for life.
But there was also you
The boy from my class
From elementary school.
Ran in to you periodically
On the school yard
In high school
You hugged me
You always hugged me
We never talked much
We weren't close
But you hugged me
From your heart
And so one day
I asked you why.
And you smiled
And reminded me
That when everyone
Picked on you
For having warts on your nose
I sat by your side
And told you
You weren't disgusting.
I forgot about it
But you learned deep compassion
And quietly returned it to me
When I needed it the most.
*thank you
Why do you girls
Always look angry
Sorry it's our resting ***** face.
But perhaps it was
More the fact
That we took nothing
From no one.
A few saw through it
And became friends for life.
But there was also you
The boy from my class
From elementary school.
Ran in to you periodically
On the school yard
In high school
You hugged me
You always hugged me
We never talked much
We weren't close
But you hugged me
From your heart
And so one day
I asked you why.
And you smiled
And reminded me
That when everyone
Picked on you
For having warts on your nose
I sat by your side
And told you
You weren't disgusting.
I forgot about it
But you learned deep compassion
And quietly returned it to me
When I needed it the most.
*thank you
When everyone picks on you that becomes the standard by which we start to judge others. Judgement is a learned trait. You cried your eyes out, in defiance that there was something wrong with you and in the sadest moment, someone concurred; there was nothing wrong with you. It could've been anyone but this time it was me. And you returned that same acceptance to me, when no one else understood.
