How would it feel to be degraded, deflated?
To be stupid though smart
or dumb with a big heart?
How would it feel to be an insult to the world?
To be hated for something you cannot control.
After all those years would the hurt take its toll?
What if you couldn't stick up for yourself?
You were trapped in a bubble with the world outside
listening to people make fun of your life.
What if you couldn't shake off the pain
and the word goes around and gets under your skin.
The only justice that's served is the words of your kin
Would you be able to handle the crack of your heart
When you get bullied with that word from finish to start
and they think it means nothing but you no longer feel smart
Your world is like rock bottom with no where to hide
it doesnt mean stupid clueless dumb or scarred
it simply means the monster inside. Its Retard.
The End.
it still needs some work (be free to suggest changes) but i felt you guys would enjoy this poem because 1) its about a really good topic and 2) i wrote it with our cure in mind. One day when the cure for Rett Syndrome has been found and all these girls (and boys) are living there dreams theyll also be sticking up against this cause too. but there can only be a cure with your help. buy a bracelet for only FOUR DOLLARS by emailing braceletsforrett@yahoo.com and share this with your friends!
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