The Special One
A boy walks under a grey clad sky

A secret teardrop in his eye

His mind is full of angst and torment

The fear within, a confidence rent

The bullies they for years did vent

Their poison vicious virulence

The cowards they hid in darkened corners

Spreading lies and hurting comments

Did they really know the damage done

To that little special one

His stuttering start had made him different

Or maybe it was his dark skin pigment

If only they could have looked beyond

A tender beauty that could be found

Instead they took of flesh a pound

And left him screaming, not a sound.

         Jpoet7