Insert the First Grade

I sit in the corner with a bloody nose,
The teachers don't care that I was beaten,
Just scold me for fighting even though,
Never did I fight back against them.

I sit behind my bed with a black eye,
My father drunk and raging once again,
Hits me and yells for just being there,
Never did I stand against him.

I sit in the chair with tears on my cheek,
Listening to the counselor telling me,
That it's all my fault for this because,
Never did I stick up against anyone.

Insert the Eighth Grade

I sit at the desk black and blue,
The Principle telling me to stop fighting,
Even though I was beaten by a pack of boys,
Never did I fight back against them.

I lay under the library desk bleeding,
My books stolen and my bones aching,
Hearing them taunt me and laugh,
Never did I hate them more.

In the hall I stand over him,
Watching him scream in pain and terror,
His jaw broken and bloody nose,
Never did I feel so free.

Insert After Graduation

I stand in formation with fear,
The Drill sergeant yells and shoves,
The green of fatigues on my chest,
Defend those who wish for Freedom.

I sit in my room with phone on my lap,
My brother did something horrible,
I should kill him for her, but won't,
Never did I feel so helpless.

I lay in a sand covered tent,
Listening to the bombs and rockets,
Knowing the price to paid to,
Defend those who wish for Freedom.

02/24/2004

Author's Note: This is just a cleaned up, shortened view of my growing up. Of course so much is left out, as I don't want to make anyone overly sad and my intent is just to give the reader a little peek inside my life.

Posted on 02/24/2004
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