Toughen Up

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I came to you when things were bad.

the jokes, the names,

Retard. Fag. Pussy.              

I came to you. My mentor, my leader.

But you walked away.

I just needed to toughen up.

 

I stopped coming to school.

But they kept on, texts

And tweets and typing,

Worthless. Kill yourself.

Flying in my face, day after day.

Just toughen up.

 

I cracked.

All you had to do was

Something,

Anything,

But instead—

Nothing.

 

I think.

Maybe you’ve been here

 Before.

Wedgies, clothes stolen

From the locker room

Back in the day

 

I scream.

Why can’t you

Toughen up

For me?

Don’t tell me

“toughen up”

 

When you’re the same

Scared,

Puny kid

from back in the day

Only this time

With a college degree.

 

 

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