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Marianne Kim

Lost Boy

A little boy is pushed to the ground,
Followed by malicious laughs and jests.
His pleading eyes are frightened, big and round,
As he is put through a difficult test.

Should he throw a punch?
And cause them pain too?
But he’s outnumbered by the vicious bunch,
So he dust himself off and passes on through.

Through the crowd that he dreads the most,
Trying to get further and further away.
It’s all over now and he got his dose
Of the bitter medicine he takes everyday.

There is another humiliating defeat.
He let them get the best of him.
There’s no place to hide or retreat
And his patience is wearing thin.

He blames nobody but himself
For being so passive and pitifully weak.
He put up with this treatment long enough.
And his emotions are now immensely bleak.

His once fearful eyes fill with determination
To erase everything that defines him.
By allowing this self extermination,
He becomes a lost boy with nothing left within.

Another boy is pushed to the ground.
He looks up and sees no hospitable face in sight.
He hears many shouts but the most vehement sound
Is the one from the lost boy who taunts, and laughs with all his might.

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