The special one
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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.
©j.black (wordverse.me)
@jphoto7
