THE BULLY ‘FIGHT’
(a teenage memory)
So here I am – (was)
Standing still in a pause
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In assembly of teenage schoolers
Incessant, chewing-gum ‘droolers’
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As called for – lined up we are
Bustling, bouncing, on a par
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Then suddenly the biggest bully
Shoulder charges fully
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My weak frame in a spin
I attempt a grin
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‘Don’t push me’ he suggests
When I’m – the chicken chest
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‘I’ll knock your head off…’
his intelligent offer
His big bully friend also the scoffer
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‘Outside at a quarter to four…’
(thought – Pictures of me on the floor)
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‘Ok any day…’ I hear myself say
He is twice my size, time to pray
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No intention of meeting him again
My agenda is – avoidance of pain
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Ah! Alas! Lunchtime what took place?
Bumped into him face to face
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Straightaway I put on a front
Whilst he:
‘Now’s the time you skinny runt…’
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Vroom! Crunch! Pow! Crash!
Tried to kick back – I was up for a bash
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My shoe flies off – hopping on one
He finishes the job, he’s having fun
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Swollen lip – I tried to disguise
The teacher doesn’t notice – to my surprise
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‘Why are you late for class’ he asks
‘Sir I was breaking up a fight, quite a task”
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You see as a Prefect we were there
to keep order
No one informed me there was no border
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The badge on my chest
Up to now, had served me well
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Even though I hid it from view
On the back of my lapel – (it’s true)
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But bullies don’t recognise skinny guys
Who carry prefect badges in disguise
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He should have known I was one of those.
He didn’t – that’s how it goes
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From that time on did the badge
have an effect?
Having been moved to the front from the back?
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NB: Later in life I saw the guy
no recognition given by he or I.
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