Bully

by Ruhudeen Ali
August 14th, 2009

An unusual kid with unusual kicks
sweater in the summer time
a shy 7yr-old misfit caught up in the mix
sitting quiet in the corner seat
til the devil approached to greet
said 'hey wanna see some things you don't normally see?'
that's when he whipped it out
in the classroom and started to pee
he took the shy kid by his hand
made some demands and if he didn't like it
he fought him in the sands
placed his hands in the boy's netherlands
and threatened to hurt him and his fam
if he didn't take it like a man
the shy boy didn't understand
'why do I follow his demands?'
he asked, still lunch money he had to flash
and be the subject of the bully's private flash
by forking up his cash and snacks
he was spared from getting felt up the ass
his situation became delicate like a glass
for help he couldn't ask
cuz he knew if he did, he'd be put to task
so for two years the boy put up with his trash
being tested and molested, wrestled and harrassed
with time the little boy began wearing a mask
everyday they would bash on the playground
everyday a new perversion found
a playful bully and a tortured victim
separated by the teacher's dictum
til one day it was clear to everyone's vision
the bully had psychotic dispositions
the teacher called him to account, he pout
socked the teacher in the eye
and straight knocked her out
got suspended and was never seen again
but he might as well have left the little boy dead.

Cuz sadly the lil boy learned how to pretend
to show he was alright inside
his whole life he learned how to hide
the outside was a lie cuz inside he cried
struggling through the years he tried
among his peers he was denied
smuggling the tears as he sighed
in pursuit to answer why in the back of his mind
he secretly wanted to die
learned at an early age about heaven and hell
in a place of crayons and school bells
as a teen he continued to decline and nobody could tell
and the further he fell
the deeper he retracted into his shell
searching for relief from his hell
wasn't prepared for his path
enwrapped in satan's wrath
over the years his heart turned black
and got depressed cuz he knew his future got jacked
feeling like God turned His back
on him cuz of the spiritual things he lacked
but one day he snapped
fell prostrate on a mat
and thanked God for everything he had
and now that he's a man
he understands its part of God's plan
the events of his life were meant to expand
his tolerance for feeling damned
even still, at times he rewinds back to the time
when the boy in his mind was subject to crimes
as the grime remains, stained to a time-frame in his mind
and if he could re-write the story he would do it for a dime
and this I can surely say,
since this story is actually mine.