"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.