Growing up
New backpack to school
But only terror knew
If it does not please her
Will mock me anew.
Beloved only child
Indulged affection known
Amidst tough survivors
In school cruelly thrown.
Only in picture stories
Idyllic school grounds seem
With callous flung cruel words
Children can be very mean.
Indulgence, respect and love
Though important indeed
Survival among little sharklets
More realistic lessons need.
How to guard carefully
Against attack of spite
Defenses to keep me
I never started to fight.
How to take credit
For work done by me
Protect from little thieves
Theirs make it to be.
How never never to give in
Unknowing laughter shamed
Or for fancied foibles
Myself ever blamed.
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