Little 7 year old.

I was a fat boy much like a teddy loved by the lot
Little do you know teddy is being touched by his friends behind the cot.
I would suffocate myself every day back home trying to kill the fear and words I share,
Scared to be shamed and booed, I remain a misfit.
Tell me who is fair ?

I would cry myself to sleep like a toddler for his mother,
But I often found her scolding me for not scoring like another.
I see a scary dream and I try to speak, lump in my throat is heavy and voice too weak.

I try to find my dad to share,
But find him indulged in his office affair.

I look around in the classroom, girls dont talk to me
Boys don't let me be

Every day you jokingly touch me at places
The marks in my body, the mirror faces.

The mirror says I deserve it for no one tries to listen,
I am just a 7 year old,
Is this a good enough reason ?

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Abuse can be really terrible. Parents often don't allow the child to talk because sometimes they just do not believe what he says. The child feels isolated and alone. You put this across very well in your poem. I feel the child's anguish

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest words and hard life for a seven year old. Not being accepted is always difficult. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry. Made the reader think.
Coyote

[bhavya]

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