A Glimpse Into My Life Through Prose and Poetry

During my first years of school, I caught pure hell. I was bullied each and every day. Kids would attack me with "O dumb fly"; I would be standing, talking to some one and another person would pretend to smell me, then say " he's ate some shit because he stinks"! Then they would all run away from me. Just try to feel what I felt as a kid. Besides that, my cloths were tattered, faded and dyed. Same colored shirts and pants, but mine came from "GoodWill" and was either patched, sewed or faded. Coats had holes. Mama could only buy one pair of shoes for me/ no two, because I did have a dressed pair to wear to church, but my every day shoes were brogans. Brogans were black boots that had big steel taps on the front and the back of the soles. One could literally hear me coming from a block away. I had a fight of some sort almost every day. Incidentally, my Mama enrolled me into Catholic School. (Light blue shirts dark blue pants and ties.). Had I been going to school in this day and time, I would have been a fashion statement.