"When I Email My Poems to People I Like Their Tweets
Hoping It Will Help My Submission" by Giacomo Pope

when I was 12 years old a friend hit me in the face because I was bullying him


(I have never told anyone that, I do however tell people about how I was bullied for being overweight at the same age)


I think I deserve to be hit in the face more often, but adults are less likely to do things like that


when I tell the truth about dishonest behaviour I expect to be forgiven for my bravery


(this is because my mother always told me I would be in more trouble for lying than anything else I could have done)


today I am back home and I won’t see anyone else until tomorrow and no one has punched me in the face


I think for now, I am safe.