"Matt the Stutterer"
Walking up to school
I hold my breath as I hold back tears
Going through the halls,
I keep my head down as I start to hear
"Ha-ha, look at the stutterer!
H-hey, Ma-matt, can you t-tell me something?"
I look at my bullies
Why can't they see,
How much they are hurting me?
There is Francis and Antonio up ahead
Ohmigod, where can I go instead?
I try to run, but they follow me
Oh Lord, there is the end
Turning around, I now feel
A certain thudding in my ear
They pound on me,
Boom, boom, boom
A hit in the gut, a punch in the face
I know this will end soon
I get up as they runaway laughing
They think my stutter is something funny
As I get to class, nobody asks
Why I have tears all over my face
A week and a day the torture goes by
And now I feel like I want to die
I speak no more to avoid the pain
Of all those people thinking I'm a stain
Today they pound, but I care no more
Yet why do I still cry on the floor
I close my eyes, and then I hear
"Antonio, Francis! What's going on here?"
A boy with hair as white as snow
And eyes as red as fire below
Comes and takes them off of me
He pulls them back and then he says
"Do not hurt this boy right here
He may speak funny, but look at me, too
You never laughed about my color of hair
Or why my eyes are red as my blood.
Do not tell me why you do
All these that make him blue
Go to class, and leave him be,
Or you'll have to go through me."
Now I walk to class with no fear
And after class I always see
A person who lets me speak with glee
I no longer stutter, not now, not ever
Gilbert, the boy with white hair
Is now a good friend
A person who cares
Now as I walk to do my speech
I smile and as happy as can be
I speak so clearly, so happy
And now this is the end of my story