16.09.2019 Poem

Some bullied dreams of justice in a poem

Some bullied dreams of justice in a poem
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A cowards death imagined.

When I think of my bullies

The only happy thought

Is their neck

Swinging on a rope

Blood slipping out their mouth

Begging for mercy


They had given it

To me.

When I think of their neck swing

I think of their eyes terrified


Then I smile.


They know reapeating

Dire memories over and over.

Like I repeat the memories they gave to me.

Now they know how to plead.

Death please quick.

Like I did.

Akosua Tuntum Nahana
Akosua Tuntum Nahana

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