I fall down to the ground with my books in hand. They spill all over the floor into a wreckage of proportional disasters. I look up to see the intruder who has pushed me. Of course, I think to myself. It's him.
I get up to run, but oh no that won't happen. A fist of great size pounds into my face. Wow, I must really be ugly by now.
I curl up to prevent as little damage as possible. Must be working, I think. I feel nothing hitting me. I look up and see that he has left. His face is replaced by a girl.
She looks sweet and kind, like a butterfly. Then I realize it's his girlfriend. "Hi." She says in a happy tone, "I noticed what was happening and dumped that jerk for being so cruel."
She grabs my hand and we walk down the hall. There truly is some good left in this world after all.
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A Poem for the Judged
Poetrya collection of poems about the feelings of people in our society who are judged.
