A course layer of brown hair
thicker than a bristle brush
covered his body like Sasquatch.
Kids teased him behind his back
with a pluck out of nowhere
or a piece of duct tape
a bit of dignity stripped
with each hair.
For years hatred festered.
The haunting taunts
followed him around
like a pesky ghost,
until he died
inside, shed his coat,
grabbled in a puddle of despair
a bald Sasquatch.
Poetry Jam- Bully
Poetic Asides- Hairy
This is very sad, Laurie. Too many people are taunted for things they cannot help!
puberty def sucks...we all progress at different times and makes us feel awkward....i feel you on this one...
Another very sad situation. Children can be so cruel at times, maybe some of the anti-bullying programs that are popping up will help curb this problem. A strong poem.
Such a strong write........I can see him in that puddle of despair.
You bring a real humanity to this poor soul. A strong, sad write.
This is a lovely though sad write Laurie ~ I specially like the last stanza ~
To be bullied because we don't fit into the 'norm' is dreadful. I feel for this poor soul
Your poem is agonizingly sad ... and beautifully written.
Powerful write. You have made it very vivid
This has been a tough morning, reliving, reading poems like these. Well done.
Sad but so beautifully written!
Very well done, you're the real deal, Poet. Thank you for writing, and letting us read you.
I wonder how many people we meet in the street are nursing scars.
Heartbreaking. So many sad stories that we know of and so many who know personally. This makes me sick in the pit of my stomach. I hope for better in the world.
I've always wondered what it would have been like to be the "normal outgoing, liked by all" teenager growing up. Sad thing is those who I thought were all that, probably have their own stories.
A very unique take on the prompt, Laurie. Excellent at grabbing the reader and then conveying the message. I am late commenting this week as I have been away and it is often hard for me to be back into the writing groove after a trip. But I always enjoy your work.
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