They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,
I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,
I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,
Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,
I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,
My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,
He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,
My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,
I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,
After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.
Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,
I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,
I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,
Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,
I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,
My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,
He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,
My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,
I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,
After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.
Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.
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