Thursday, 8 October 2015

Serious #7 I Mean No Harm, Really

This poem is a point of view of the bully in my previously posted, "Trying To Hard".

I hope you like it; it's long though. It shows one that bullies as a defense mechanism. 


I'm honestly not like that,
I don't mean any harm,
it's just society that made me like this;
earlier, I was calm.

All I remember from junior school
is being called fat,
being made fun of because of my baldness
and furthermore, covering it with a cap.

Middle school was worse,
with people calling me names,
they didn't realise,
that someday they'd have to pay.

The price was paid though,
on the first day of senior high;
a senior punched me,
and I scraped his inner thigh.

It was an accident,
I swear to this day it was,
an act of self defense
misinterpreted, my life put on pause.

Since that day, I got a reputation,
"Hey that's the dude! Don't mess with him.",
was all I heard,
took to drugs, 
and grew a beard.

I don't like speaking rudely,
I don't enjoy wearing low pants,
Hate my ruffled hair,
I wish someone would just hear my rant!

I'm honestly not like that,
I don't mean any harm,
it's just society that made me like this;
earlier, I was calm.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand