Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Birumi Swati Apr 2019
Hey !
what are you laughing at?
Are you laughing at that girl
With freezey hair,
Baggy, over sized clothes?
You're Giggling meanly from behind
Because of those?

Her ragged dress is all you can see,
Her messy hair is all you notice,
Can't u see the pain in her eyes?

No she's not fortunate like you
To get the love of her mother
Or be pampered by her father

You  laugh at her *****,hardened hands?
Yeah those are the same hands
she puts on her lips
And cry every night silently.
As silent as the moon above her head.

Although just 13,
the little girl  is not fortunate like you
To run & complaint to anyone
When she's mercilessly beaten up
By those, supposed to take care of her.

She waits for the nights
To lay awake under the stars
and remember her past
Her father, her mother
Those happy days.

What happened to life?
Why her world turned upside down?
Why is she so helpless and feeble
In this ever known town?

With a dust storm in her heart
She wakes up.
Yet another day to cope.
But she has her will and her strong hope.

You think she's weird,
cz she doesn't gigle in small jokes?
Oh she doesn't find them funny.
They don't amuse her anymore.
What's more amusing than this life?
What's more laughable
than her will of still going on?
Walking miles after miles
With blisters in her feet,
Along the desserted street.
Wearing
An worn out, torn out, old muddy sandle.
Yeah go on. Laugh at that too.

You think she didn't hear what you said?
She might be thick skinned
But sister she's not deaf.
And she knows it's ok to be different.

Struck by untimely age
That old soul, although 13
But feels like she has seen a lot
Lived a hundred lives
And left them behind one by one.

Now she has learnt to let go.
She has taught herself to grow.
She's taught herself to live alone.

Not look for a helping hand
Or reside in a castle of sand.
Though she has none to speak to
About her grims
She writes them down
About All her hopes and all her dreams.

One day she'll
stand by her friend
Who was bullided in school for being a boy and still having long hair.
One day She'll stand up for her friend  against unwanted stare.

She'll know,
No one should be subjected to torment.
Cz She knows it's ok to be different.

So go on.
Laugh and gigle at anyone you want.
Throw your hatred and your tont.
A bullie is all you'll ever see
While looking at the mirror.
And it'll make the poor little girl stronger.
Stronger than you can ever be.
John Marcus Jan 2015
Friends?
I used to have some
Gilfriends?
Never
Bullies?
Often
I hope to one day
Have have friends of great quality
A girlfriend as true as god
A bullie of no such exsistnce
For as long as i daydream
the only thing to worry of
is bullies
when i was still at school when i was just a kid
bullied everyday different things they did
covered with there bruises that they gave to me
that i had to hide so no one else could see.

i was always scared they made my life a hell
kept it to myself much to scared to tell
scared of going to school but mamma made me go
wasnt mammas fault mamma didnt know

turned it all around stood up for myself
fed up of being a victim stuck up on a shelf
now the bullies leave me. dont bother anymore
i turned it all around stopped the bully war

i was always scared they made my life a hell
kept it to myself much to scared to tell
scared of going to school but mamma made me go
wasnt mammas fault mamma didnt know

i was just a victim much to scared to say
stuck up for my self the bullies walked away
now the bullie leave me dont bother anymore
walked away for good stopped there bully war

— The End —