Hate is a very strong word.
But the bullies never learn.
They only learn to kill birds
Who used to fly free-all their colors displayed in jubilee.
I used to be a bird.
Then the bullies got to me.
Life became so blurred.
I was their prey-my vibrant feathers became a dull grey.
Then the crow cawed, with its slick dark feathers and beak upturned into a sneer,
Too fat,
Too skinny,
Too dark,
And too ugly.
It was a Bully-I believed it fully.
So, I painted myself with plastic,
And grew cardboard wings.
I looked in the mirror and realized a bully stared back at me.
A broken bird peered-a crow reflected, jeered.
Hate is a very strong word.
But love is even stronger.
So the crow learned
To love the bird inside.
Because they were the same-their wings bound and tied.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.