The boy passed by
His words screeched out
And stung my ears
With a sharp, quick mock
My cheeks were scarlet
As humiliation
Burned in my chest
Like too hot tea
I looked at him
His eyes were cold
He did not care
His laugh was black
And I was left
On the side of the road
Anger and embarrassment
Shaking inside of me
But the moment passed
I am here
With light in my heart
Hope in my sights
He is gone
With his tongue that slices
Out words as stabs
And his world is dark.
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