Bullied for INDIVIDUALITY! 

That heart was not even a decade old,
Whom you just cornered and flick. 
Flogged him for being bizarre,  
Laughed and made it a scar. 

That heart was filled with no bad 
Whom you called queer everyday. 
Now he questions as to why you did? 
Was it for fun? or He really is! 

That heart didn't even know shame 
Until you pulled his pants in public. 
Girls did laugh and you won that day,
But that faggot learned how to say, 

Say with courage that 
Nothing was wrong. 
Neither you, nor the day he was born. 
For his parents will never know 
How hurt felt.... 
Far long is the question 
As to how he dealt? 

That day you imitated him was fun
He smiled for you, yet heart felt none. 
It all flew in a moment like birds do.
But the wounds lived forever and hurt too. 

Thanks for labelling him as SHEMALE, 
He had to Google it the very day. 
Innocence was killed long, long back, 
His life was living, dead in a sack. 

Home was the place to rejuvenate, 
But it was a secret so nil could be given away. 
Smile and fake like a cheerful boy, 
Cry in bed and slash your voice. 

He now still lives in a quarantine 
That you gifted for 7 years in a line. 
But better is he living this way? 
Yes, Oh yes! 
Learned a lesson that he wasn't gay!

There was no glee, hence no positivity. 
But bravely decisive he stood to pee, 
On all those days that gave him sorrow,
Forgive and forget there were millions to borrow. 
Borrow him the way he was, 
Taking to girls was never the cause 
He still does it & others need to learn
What co-education missed on some.

He will want to meet you as a friend, 
Who has nothing to do with the old. 
For now life is all the way to glory, 
Dazzzeling with the remaining gold. 

This is for all those who got bullied 
When you felt you were to weak to speak, 
They are no mighty than your nightmares,
But understand not every day is fair. 
Tolerate till your thorny chains break, 
The feeling of freedom you will taste. 
No morning is merrier than that one. 
You are better now and stronger my  son.  
And here I am to tell you 
"Stay the way you are."
The journeys long and destination is far. 
These are hurdles and they will come again. 
Keep clucking you are a grown up hen. 
Believe me, all of it is worth! 
You alone are so enough to clean the dirt. 
All you have to do now is 
Forget the past and do no pity 
Rather save the one's 
Who are bullied for individuality. 

-R. BAMANE 


For all the days of bullying from 4th Grade till today. 






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