Literature
Little Me..
Little me, alone in the playground.
Standing in the summer wind,
watching the 'big boys' playing football.
The tallest of the lot walked up to me,
towering above.
His dark eyes glared daggers into my soul.
He whipped up his long arm,
flinging it down across my face.
I flew against the gate, my cheek burning.
I sobbed pitifully. Help me.
I'd stand in the corner of the yard
shielding myself from the boy.
He found me, I curled up into a ball.
I was being kicked by him and his friends.
They rubbed wood shavings into my face.
Then the next day, they came up to me,
I stood proudly upright.
Unafraid of what was to happen.
Another boy walked infro