As you know my bullied past stories,
Well, that’s my true honest histories.
I’m sixteen and my bully is Clayvis Kent,
He’s not related to Superman it’s different.
But I still praise God every day,
Each and holiest way after way.
The Bible tells us that God forgives,
But what’s that got to do with all the sins?
Clayvis is an exchange student from Texas,
Yeah, he’s from Texas City and he’s all Texans.
How I’ll dare be stupid in the eyes of Clayvis,
Man, I’m stupid I guess?
I’m not joking when I tell you about this fool,
He’s really the coolest person in our high school.
But I say he’s not,
Just show me what he’s got.
Stupidity isn’t what I am at all,
But I ain’t got the past ways I was a fool.
Never mind what I told y’all about my bullies,
They’re just all such bad memories.
Up there in Heaven, I will be,
Remember my past bully acting like he’s three?
Well, I am forgiving them like Christ did,
But I was such a young little kid.
Even though I’m not a friend of Clayvis,
I can’t hear the most realistic ending of this.
He’s more of a geek kind of bully,
But I ain’t all that smart nor geeky.
Well, I mean I am smart,
But that’s nowhere to start.
I bet you that Clayvis was bullied too,
But I ain’t the one to tell you.
Clayvis bullied me for stupid reasons,
No, I can’t trust him because of his daddy’s treasons.
But nobody should hold over a grudge,
My bad Lord, I have to forgive him a smidge.
Pretending to walk passed him,
I prayed he wouldn’t look at me it seemed.
At all like he noticed me because of my puniness,
But he looked at his girl whom he calls “Princess”.
Well, her name is Celina McGovern,
But I bet you he has sex in his bedroom.
Like I can’t tell you already about this goon,
He’s a freak and a nonsmart person.
Nobody should judge others the way I do,
My world revolves around God what’s new?
Perfection isn’t what God and Jesus seeks,
It’s nice to see what Clayvis thinks of the geeks.
Well, I’m on the menu,
I just can’t seem to pull through.
Begging on my kneecaps,
To earn all of my wages.
Victorious it may seem like,
But I can’t respect him sike!
Clayvis might be a bully,
Well, he’s a good frenemy.
Praying that I won’t get sent in an ambulance,
Look out below God’s striking down from a distance.
Thunderclouds form,
Boarded up like we’re in a storm.
Clayvis and his shenanigans,
Got the worst of me at all odds.
He’s pranked me from behind,
I’m leaving him before his kind.
Poetry