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I Remember....
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
So cold
The bullies everywhere because of how I looked
Happened to mature faster and always taken as the crook
Acne dreaded my skin that even I couldn't look at myself for ugly I was called.
But they never won me on the paper
I was always leading the train with train tracks that never ended
As they were playing I was reading and winning
My victory over them aged like fine wine.
Thanks
© Alesi Giorgette
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
So cold
The bullies everywhere because of how I looked
Happened to mature faster and always taken as the crook
Acne dreaded my skin that even I couldn't look at myself for ugly I was called.
But they never won me on the paper
I was always leading the train with train tracks that never ended
As they were playing I was reading and winning
My victory over them aged like fine wine.
Thanks
© Alesi Giorgette
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