Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,
The eyes bright and young in years.
But what this glance is saying
Is as old as the world.
The eyes almost closed,
Snuggled and silent dreaming,
She lies like spilled –
Inwards restless, exuberant.
Stretched out peaceful and easy –
Gentle soul, full of happiness.
I ask myself what she might intend
By her soft glance?
Often, she lies around sleeping
And after a while, she opens
The little mouth and bends the back.
But everything without haste.
Then, when she starts to rub gently
Around my legs, purring –
It is only up to her
When she moves my heart.
When I take her in my arms
And look into her amber eyes,
How my heart warms up
And help me to believe in the good.
Black coat with silken hair,
On velvety paws slightly –
We walk together year for year
Until our journey will have come to an end.
And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,
So, I cover you tenderly with love.
And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:
My bullying story/ letter to bullies from my pastFinally, after several years, I decided to stand up to my bullies.
Thanks ahead of time to anyone who reads this to the end. (It's a bit depressing, but gets good at the end.)
The majority of these are from middle school.
I was a pretty weird kid, You know, the kid that everyone liked picking on.
Since I'm the weird one, the different one, you chose me to be your victim. You chose the defenseless, confused one, just like you all do. That's what you like, you like walking all over and spitting on the ones you know won't do anything about it.
Yeah, it made you feel good, didn't it? If feels good to make someone feel like complete crap. It feels good to make them cry. You think you're better than me? You think you can toss my books around, and laugh as I miserably walk in front of the laughing class to pick them up, and say you were kidding? You think it's all fun and games. You think you can (literally) push me around and tell me to "get out of here" just because I'm weak, frail, and dif