The special one

    The special one

 Walking under grey clad skies

 Secret teardrops in his eyes

 Bullies they for years did vent

 Poisonous vicious virulence. 

 Screaming torment in his mind

 Cries for help, he could not find

 Hurtful comments, damage done

To that lonely, special one.

Should they open up their eyes

Inner beauty would surprise

Racial Prejudice not innate.

Step back, rethink, re-educate.

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