This poem is based on bullying.

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A push, a kick, several other hits.
An insult, a bruise, I wish this would diffuse.
So what if my hair is curly and red? It doesn't mean I've just come out of bed.
So what if I wear glasses and braces? Please wipe that evil smirk of your faces.
So what if I can't talk and hear and sometimes walk? I still feel and bear when you decide to tear.
So what if my cries can't be heard? You can still see the tears I've sported and the bruises I've loathed.
So what if I don't have a mom and dad? Can't you feel like a human, and see that I'm scared?

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