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Scars
by Trent KirkpatrickHe would pelt me with rocks on the school bus.
And spit at me and kick me because
I was younger and smaller and
Such an easy mark.
In the store today
I saw, on a coin-filled container,
That he had died of some sort of cancer
At the age of 22.
Donations were being accepted for medical costs.
Even with his grieving family in mind,
I could not force myself to slide any sort of
spare change or
pity
into the jar
with his handsome
senior picture
on it. 11/12/2005 Author's Note: It's hard to know how to feel about things like this.
Posted on 11/12/2005
Copyright © 2010 Trent Kirkpatrick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/14/05 at 06:37 PM Yeh - I agree, there's no 'right' or 'wrong' with feelings, and however they played out, the value of their expression here cannot be diminished. A powerful 'moral dilemma'. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/15/05 at 10:23 AM Excellent capture of the bully issue, then the rest of the poem unexpectedly and nicely stretching deeper, reminding us that Life is full of irony. Well done! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/15/05 at 04:26 PM Much is wrapped up in this very accessible poem. It's not easy to capture an instant like this. It's well perserved here in your well chosen words. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/15/05 at 08:57 PM whoa... my husband pointed me to this poem (he reads from off site) and i'm sitting here, mouth agape, wondering exactly what i would do... brilliant work... blessings... |
| Posted by Holly H Dunne on 07/28/06 at 05:06 PM wow the most thought provoking poem i've read in a very long time. brilliant! |
| Posted by Abby Cossins on 08/25/08 at 06:33 AM I can understand this, but then again you can hate someone without wishing ill on them.
Great poem though, well done! x |
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