A day at school,
a boy who remains quiet
sits at his desk,
awaiting the other kids,
who choose to hurt.
They approach him,
spitting bitter words that people have heard,
and the boy stays silent.
He wants to stand up.
He wants to become bigger than them,
better than them,
and he wants to yell.
He wants to yell the unknown,
unsilenced words,
that are small but mighty.
He wants them to stop,
but the boy refuses to hurt anyone.
So when he gets home that night,
he thinks about all of the words that
have gone astray,
the ones that have been buried,
walked upon,
and simply,
so very simply,
the child takes their silence away.
At school the next day,
the boy watches kids appear at his desk,
but he doesn't stay down.
He stands up,
and before they are able to say anything,
the boy begins to yell
the unsilenced words
that no one was waiting for.
a boy who remains quiet
sits at his desk,
awaiting the other kids,
who choose to hurt.
They approach him,
spitting bitter words that people have heard,
and the boy stays silent.
He wants to stand up.
He wants to become bigger than them,
better than them,
and he wants to yell.
He wants to yell the unknown,
unsilenced words,
that are small but mighty.
He wants them to stop,
but the boy refuses to hurt anyone.
So when he gets home that night,
he thinks about all of the words that
have gone astray,
the ones that have been buried,
walked upon,
and simply,
so very simply,
the child takes their silence away.
At school the next day,
the boy watches kids appear at his desk,
but he doesn't stay down.
He stands up,
and before they are able to say anything,
the boy begins to yell
the unsilenced words
that no one was waiting for.
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