A Poem by Mari' Emeraude

Thinking back when I was young
I still recall your bitter tongue
you guys weren’t fooling anyone
behind those plastic smiles.

She felt the daggers in her back
and as she passed I heard you laugh
I’m sure she felt the aftermath
of your relentless wiles.

Your loyal cronies all stood by
and watched as you demoralized
and tortured her with callous lies
she choked and ran away.

I saw her crying in the queue
and I just didn’t know what to do
I felt as much to blame as you
because I’d looked away.

A football game, perhaps a dance
I’d meet her if by happenstance
and hoping for a second chance
to fix things, I would try.

Years have passed I think of her
I wonder how her life endured
all the pain from you and yours

…and now it’s me who cries

© 2018 Mari' Emeraude

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Holy kwap! The narrative of this poem is powerful! And that last line is killer! Very relatable, much enjoyed! Well done!

Posted 1 Week Ago

I doubt anyone will find a cure for bullies, just give em your lunch money and thank them for helping you out on your diet. :)

Posted 1 Week Ago

Kids can be cruel and tough when they're a part of a clique. They show no mercy and are never tired of demoralizing their victim. Seeing this can affect even those who witness it. Even if it's years later.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mari' Emeraude

2 Weeks Ago

I agree and I don't think there is an easy answer to it. Thx for reading.
That Relic Guy

2 Weeks Ago

My pleasure.

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Added on March 8, 2018
Last Updated on March 11, 2018
Tags: bullying


Mari' Emeraude
Mari' Emeraude

Denver, CO

I am a writer, journalist and poet from Denver, Co who remarks on my fulfilling life in rich, poetic (and sometimes humorous) ways. more..


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