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Ballad for Bullies

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Your voice sounds like prairie wind,
Whipping my bones, scratching my skin.
It blows me hither and tither
But it has taught me to be stronger.

You always look at me like a runt,
A crooked seed, rotting.
But I'm not the seed anymore you hunt,
Because you forgot , I am growing.

You're wasting my time so I rest the clock.
I learn to hold my tears, I learn to fight back.
Your show is ending, breathe and take a bow,
Then someday I'll ask: Who's laughing now?

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