I can still taste it
The soil that you rubbed my face in
What did you feel
As you looked at the fear in my eyes
Did you feel stronger
Having made me feel small
Or did you know down deep inside
That nothing you did to me
Could ever make it all better
I can still taste it
But it only reminds me
Of how far I have come
And what little I’ve left behind
Life On The Skinny Branches 
Sad that anyone should be bullied. It always makes you wonder… what were they thinking? Wonderful poem.
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Thank you. I am always trying to see things from another’s perspective. It is hard to imagine, but I have my guesses…
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Powerfully written in so few words.
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Thank you – brevity is not my strong suit so that means a lot!
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Good start, then! 🙂
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