Dear Bully,

Where does it stem from?

The disgusting glum,

The unfounded hate,

That secures a poor boy’s fate.

If he’s not straight or a bit overweight,

There’s no debate.

Who are you to judge

And hold this baseless grudge?

Look what you’ve done

Is this classified as won?

Your words and actions acting as a machine gun.

Last time I checked

You were never the elect

To go around and correct.

Respect.

Take a look inside

And open your eyes.

It’s time to realize

The denial and the lies.

It’s a problem within

That you’ve taken out on him.

But one day he’ll no longer be your bait

You just wait.

He’ll be saying, "Look what I can create."

As he marries his soul mate

And lives in a nice estate,

A car with a gold license plate

And your ego begins to deflate,

Your hate begins to negate.

We’re all humans you know,

Trying to go with the flow.

Let go.