The Snowball Effect

The Snowball Effect

A Poem by Cam
"

Bigger and Bigger!

"

I can't figure it out,

Why we are so cruel to those that differ from us.

It start's verbal

But it never ends there.

It just keeps generating more and more hate.

Snowball effect.

Leading to threats,

Then beatings,

And sometimes escalating before help is achieved,

Leaving the receiver unconsious of the sun.

 

The name is not important,

I was always picked on for the way I looked,

Acted,

And felt about.

I was little different than everyone else,

but I never knew that was a crime.

Like everyone else in my school Hated Homosexuals, gay marriage and other relating arguments.

When I however was in for it,

I had no problem with it,

It is the they were born I had said,

And if you love someone,

Why not be able to marry them?

But it was not quite as welcomed by others.

And of course,

They saw me as one of them.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing.

So messages had always arrived,

Telling me how much of a f****t I was,

Which I was use to,

As it was the usual term for making fun of kids nowadays,

So I made nothing of it.

Then more and more threats came in

About killing, jumping, and beating

Me down.

Never thought it would actually happen,

Until that dark eventful day.

I was was walking home as usual,

But I took the long route this time,

And it begun to get dark by the ime they showed up.

Most of the guys who said everything publically.

I ran fast then I ever thought I could,

Like a cheetah,

But hope was lost,

It wasn' fast enough.

they were in 1968 Shelby Mustang GT500 mint condition,

With the main contender outside the window with a baseball bat.

 

They came by,

Swooped in,

And hit my legs in,

Where I fell.

They stopped and got out.

I looked one of them in the face,

And he kicked me in the face with his steel-toe boots.

The back of my head made a large echo as it hit the hard cemented sidewalk.

I wanted mercy,

They saw it in my eyes,

Which made it all the more fun for them.

More and more got out,

Kicking me every where.

My shins, ribs, stomach,

Just every where.

 

Oh s**t,

Someone's comming,

We gotta go,

And go back where you came from!

 

I didn't think I'd make much longer,

And I don't think I would've.

If it wasn't for the person who had came waliking down the street.

It was a girl I had seen in class,

Roxy

Sweet,

And my crush,

But she was too good for me.

She saw me bleeding and laying there,

Cleaned me up,

And helped me walk home,

And had a chat with me,

Speaking soft as rain,

Are you okay?

I think so,

I just expect it.

You need to get some help

I don't think I can,

I'll just do what they said,

And go back where I came from.

No,

You shouldn't let them have that much power over you.

Well,

If I try for help,

They'll kill me.

Well,

Okay,

But be careful.

I'll see how you're tomorrow.

Okay,

See you.

 

The next day,

I found out something from Roxy...

I called for help,

Sorry but you need it,

They're going to have a talk with them.

I told you,

They'll kill me!

No they won't,

Just see.

 

I went home,

There was in red,

You're Dead

 

I had a panic attack,

I began tembling,

Then someone was behind me,

I'm not sure who,

I just know someone,

With a knife.

He created such suspense first.

He beat me like they did that night.

Except,

Infinity times worse.

it was unbearable,

But I turned the cheek.

He tied me up,

Asked me questions,

Tortured me in unique ways,

Making fun of how I crushed on Roxy

Which hurt the seemingly most.

Then with the knife,

He stabbed straight through my heart,

As if it was my worst flaw.

The one that that had a care for others' feelings.

Then my head,

Decapitated.

Skinning my scalp next.

Cutting into my head,

Disecting my brain,

For being born with different operations then you.

I guess he assumed I was dead,

He heard footsteps,

So did I.

Hid in the bushes you did.

It was Roxy.

She saw two pieces of me.

Fell to her knees instantly.

Crying with tears,

I'm sorry!

I should've listened to you,

But I couldn't watch them continue it,

But I made it even worse!

No Roxy,

You had the right idea,

It would've happened eventually,

So I take this time to thank you,

For creating the execution of my horrible life quicker.

You,

You're alive?

Just a bit,

Not much time left,

And probably not you either.

He's hiding in the bushes.

He comes out,

 

Oh, how cute,

The f****t and his lover,

It seems you two can die happily with each other?

Slice, Slash, Dice,

Roxy's head decapitated,

Stabbed in her pure heart,

And her brain,

Disected.

Our faces,

Put together,

Our hearts and brains,

Exchanged.

 

I can finally die now,

No...

We can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Cam


Author's Note

Cam
Just earlier cue to my Kids are cruel... I know it has a lot of istakes like how I sometmes used He, She, then I use You, stuff.. sorry

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ATG
This was very interesting. It was well written.

It got my blood boiling a little. I hate people who mistreat others who are different juts because they think and act differently then they do. It makes me angry when I hear or read about someone being beaten for being different.

Good job. It was a good read.

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ATG
This was very interesting. It was well written.

It got my blood boiling a little. I hate people who mistreat others who are different juts because they think and act differently then they do. It makes me angry when I hear or read about someone being beaten for being different.

Good job. It was a good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I also agree this was extreme, but it's honesty. Kids these days are hateful (I talk as if I'm some sort of old woman, isn't that silly?). I know some of those kids, they thrive on attention, and when I gave it to them for screwing with my friends, they got it. Hehehehe. (Sorry not very feminine, I'm prone to fight boys). You portray the snowball effect well, because the violence escalates throughout. Great job with this, and a very powerful message!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was very extreme, although things like this do happen.
You're are completely right. People don't accept those who are different.
It's starts out small but it always escalates.
Excellent write.
Thanks for sharing it.

-Elissa :)


Posted 12 Years Ago


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