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There was a girl...

Poetry By: J Christopher Bartley
Poetry



A poem about bullying.


Submitted:Nov 13, 2012    Reads: 46    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


There was a girl, a girl so vain

Her beauty uncompared

And to the world she did complain

that men would stop and stare

A daughter of the upper class

adorned in fancy clothes

But all the wealth could never mask

The cruelty in her soul.

With hearts and minds the girl did play

"The poor deserve to die"

"They serve no purpose." She would say.

"They have no class. No style."

One day the girl with all her friends

went to a local store

They bumped into an older man

and knocked him to the floor.

No pity shown to this old man

His face did blush with shame.

And when he asked for help to stand

They laughed and called him names.

"My daddy's rich and so am I"

The Beauty said with pride.

"I would not touch your filthy hand"

And smiled at him for spite.

The old man slowly shook his head

and said "You've made your choice"

With no amusement in his tone.

No Humor in his voice.

"you've been given everything"

Your cares were oh, so few.

Why even angels stop and sing

at just the sight of you."

"Compassion's free. You had a chance.

A kindness turned away.

And now you'll see what lives inside.

For you are cursed this day."

The hours came and they did pass

She did not see a change.

But as a week had seen it's last

She started feeling strange.

"perhaps it's something that I've ate.

Perhaps I'm growing ill."

And yet, she had to ask herself

What if the curse was real?

"well, that's just silly and insane!

It's all just in my head."

But even as she made this claim

Her heart was full of dread.

And so the sun began to rise

She caught the mirror's gaze.

What she saw could not be real.

She stood there in a daze.

Her eyes grew wide with terror.

She could not make a sound.

She could not prepare for this.

This horror that she found.

Once where pearly whites did show

now yellow teeth decay

And where her golden locks did flow

were wispy strands of grey.

Her alabaster skin - no more

Like leather, it became

It cracked and aged - showed every pore

Her hands showed every vein.

Her bones began to ache and throb

and burned with her despair.

Into her hands, she weeped and sobbed

"My god! This isn't fair!"

"Daddy! HELP!" She screamed aloud.

"Please! Oh, please! Come soon!"

His footsteps thundered up the stairs

And burst into the room.

Thick with panic in the air.

Alarm rang on his face.

And as he saw her standing there.

His eyes burned red with rage.

"WHO ARE YOU?! And where's my child?!

MY ONLY PRIDE AND JOY?!

AND IF YOU'VE HARMED A SINGLE HAIR

YOUR LIFE - I SHALL DESTROY!"

"Get out. Get out! GET OUT!!" He yelled.

"My patience has grown thin!

I never want to see your face

within my house again!"

So, from her home of eighteen years

The girl was forced to roam.

For months she wandered on the streets

With no place else to go.

One afternoon within the park

She saw the older man.

She knew she'd been expected.

Like this had all been planned.

In silence on the wooden bench

Her soul awash in shame.

She sat beside the older man

And accepted all the blame.

"I see. I see. I understand.

I know that I was wrong.

My life was that of pride and hate.

And had been all along."

"This lesson I've learned well, I swear.

I'm sorry, dear old sir.

I ask for your forgiveness

I know I don't deserve."

"I see the truth at last, I do.

My beauty was skin deep.

and if you will release this curse,

This promise I shall keep."

The old man slowly shook his head.

Then with a heavy sigh.

He took her wrinkled hand in his

and looked into her eyes.

"oh, how I longed to hear those words.

So lovely to my ear.

And though they may be bittersweet,

I think they are sincere."

"But, it's too late. I'm sad to say.

What's done is done, my dear."

And with a nod, he walked away

and left her to her tears.

The sun set low. The sky grew dark.

She planted foot to sand.

But when she tried to leave the park

She found she couldn't stand.

Then down the path - a girl so fair

came strolling with a friend.

with milky skin and raven hair

She must be heaven sent.

"Would you mind?", She asked the girl.

"Please help me to my feet?

I cannot seem to find the strength

for I am feeling weak."

The young girls simply stared at her.

The seconds slowly passed.

Then they began to mock and tease

their voices, burst with laughs.

"Oh, you poor don't understand"

The young girl said with pride.

"I simply cannot lend a hand.

It isn't worth my time."





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