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|shootinstarz (profile) wrote, |
on 4-8-2004 at 7:13pm
|Current mood: bored.
Music: 7th heaven
Subject: making sara cry...
|he stood among his friends from school,
he joined their childhood games
laughing as they played kickball
and when they called poor sarah names.
sarah was unlike the rest;
she was slow and not as smart,
and it would seem to all his friends
she was born without a heart.
and so he glady joined their fun
of making sarah cry.
but somewhere deep within his heart,
he never knew just why.
for he could hear his mother's voice,
her lessons of right and wrong
playing over and over inside his head
just like a favorite song.
"treat others with respect, son,
the way you'd wantt hem treating you.
and remember, when you hurt others
someday, someone might hurt you."
he knew his mother wouldn't understand
the purpose of their game
of teasing sarah, who made them laugh
as her own tears fell like rain.
the funny faces that she made
and the way she'd stomp her feet
whenever they mocked the way she walked
or the stutter when she'd speak.
to him she must deserve it
because she never tried to hide.
and if she truly wanted to be left alone,
then she should stay inside.
but everyday she'd do that same:
she'd come outside to play,
and stand there, tears upon her face,
too upset to run away.
the game would soon be over
as tears dropped from her eyes,
for the purpose of their fun
was making sarah cry.
it was nearly two whole months
he hadn't seen his friends.
he was certain they all must wonder,
what happened, and where he'd been
so he felt a little nervous
as he limped his way back to class
he hoped no one would notice
he prayed no one would ask
about that awful day:
the day his bike met with a car
leaving him with a dreadful limp,
and a jagged-looking scar.
so he held his breath a little,
as he hopped into the room,
where inside he saw a welcome back banner
and lots of red balloons.
he felt a smile cross his face
as his friends all smiled, too
and he couldn't wait to play outside -
his favorite thing to do.
so the second that he stepped otudoors
and saw his friends all waiting there,
he expected a few pats on the back -
instead, they all stood back and stared.
he felt his face grow hotter
as he limped to join their side
to play a game of kickball
and making sarah cry.
an awkward smile crossed his face
when he heard somebody laugh
and heard the words, "hey freak,
where'd you get the ugly mask?"
he turned, expecting sarah,
but sarah could not be seen.
it was the scar upon his own face
that caused such words so mean.
he joined in their growing laughter,
trying hard not to give in
to the awful urge inside to cry
or the quivering of his chin.
they are only teasing
he made himself believe
they are still my friends ;
they'd never think of hurting me
but the cruel remarks continued
about the scar and then his limp.
and he'd knew if he shed a single tear
they'd label him a wimp.
and so the hurtful words went on
and in his heart he wondered why,
but knew without a doubt,
the game would never end, until they made him cry.
and just when a tear had formed
he heard a voice speak out from behind.
"leave him alone you bullies,"
because he's a friend of mine."
he turned to see poor sarah
determination on her face,
sticking up for one of her own tormentors
and willing to take his place.
and when his friends, did just that
trying their best to make poor sarah cry,
this time he didn't join in,
and at last understood exactly why.
"treat others with respect son,
the way you'd want them treating you.
and remember, when you hurt others,
someday, someone might hurt you."
it took a lot of courage
but he knew he must be strong
for at last he saw the difference
between what's right, and wrong.
and sarah didn't seem so weird
through his understanding eyes.
now he knew he'd never play again
the game of making sarah cry.
it took several days of teasing
and razzing from his friends
but when they saw his strength,
they chose to be like him.
and now out on the playground,
a group of kids meets every day
for a game of kickball and laughter
and teaching their new friend, sarah, how to play.
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