An Injury
When bullied out at recess,
the little boy was injured.
Not bruised where it can be seen…
Purple-blue, or red and swollen
Those boo-boos heal fairly quickly.
He was scarred by words,
Injured by mean remarks and hurtful digs…
That left holes in his psyche.
An injured ego takes longer to mend.
Band-aids of comfort and
the sweet medicine of Mother’s kisses
Could reassure him that someone cares.
He does not know these things.
*written 11/30/06-(recess duty observation)
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