Around me children are angry,
we look in fear at each other:
I am afraid of their physical power
and they of me because I am not like them.
Around me the mob is approaching
and my father is at sea
and my mother my responsibility
and I am not good in running
and I don’t have a brother to do my battling
so I stand and pretend calmness.
I bluff a certain dédain.
Running seems a better option, but
noses do stop from bleeding. Eventually.
There was a lot of bullying going on when I was a child, this “mob” chasing me (probably others too) daily when I was 4 on my way to Kindergarten were actually 3 or 4 boys of about 7. Teachers were also violent, and parents. Looking back, I think there was nothing I could have done to prevent the beatings. I just escaped into my own world if it was too much 🙂 thinking up stories.