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If I May


Let me ask a question without talking out of turn what makes you special that you can beat on me till my bruises burn I mean you must have some type of seniority right? Yes, of course your so powerful that your words alone make me cry all night And while i sit here and contemplate about taking my life Your laughing at the fact about how you made the " fat girl" cry Why because its funny Since i cant afford the nicest clothes i am automatically "dirty and bummy" I apologize that my financial situation is not to your social status But since my moms only raising me i cant say daddy daddy can i have this Oh wait..... its not that Its the fact that no one wants to hang around me because kids call me a " Fag" But you know i wasn't always this way Ti'll my uncle came in that room one day But your not concerned about that Because my exterior doesn't please you but you really don't care about my bull crap Why? Because i'm a smart know it all who doesn't care about anything else But if my dad knew i wanted to be an artist instead of a surgeon i would be homeless. No wealth So if i may ask since you made this my concern What went down in your past to make your emotions burn See people don't understand the real roots of the problem The bully gets bullied and turns his sorrow into violence As a victim of bullying i once had a dream It was quite simple that kids would stop being so mean Cause in the end my friend who are you judge We all have to bow down on one knee and i'm not talkin' bout Beyonce cuz' Do you really want your legacy known as being a bully? Or better the Kid who killed a kid and got away murder free You skipped the death sentence because your words cut of their air circulation Let me tell you my friend that's not cool that's an abomination So, let me ask you one more question without speaking out of turn Even though your bruises you give to me burns If this letter reached your ears are you satisfied with what you learned?
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