We moved to the back of the class

So we would stop getting bombarded by spit balls

But the school halls were a battle ground

Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day

We used to stay inside for recess

Because outside was worse

Outside we'd have to rehearse running away

Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there

In grade five they taped a sign to her desk

That read 'Beware Of Dog'

To This day

Despite a loving husband

She doesn't think she's beautiful

Because of a birthmark

That takes up a little less than half of her face

Kids used to say that she looks like a wrong answer

That someone tried to erase

But couldn't quite get the job done

And they'll never understand

That she's raising two kids

Who's definition of beauty

Begins with the word mom

Because they see her heart

Before they see her skin

That she's only ever always amazing

He

Was a broken branch

Grafted onto a different family tree

Adopted

But not because his parents opted for a different destiny

He was three when he became a mixed drink

Of one part left alone

And two parts tragedy

Started therapy in eighth grade

Had a personality made up of tests and pills

Lived like the uphill were mountains

And the downhill were cliffs

Four fifths suicidal

A tidal wave of anti depressants

And an adolescence of being called popper

One part because of the pills

And ninety nine parts because of the cruelty

He tried to kill himself in grade ten

When a kid who still had his mom and dad

Had the audacity to tell him "get over it" as if depression is something that can be remedied

By any of the contents found in a first aid kit

To this day

He is a stick on TNT lit from both ends

Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends

In the moments before it's about to fall

And despite an army of friends

Who all call him an inspiration

He remains a conversation piece between people

Who can't understand

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