when i was 7, i beat the shit out of a girl
i don't regret it
the bitch took my swing
i walked up behind her and tried to reason with her
but she just ignored me
so i shoved her to the ground
she got up and started screeching at me in some weird language
“speak english!” i screamed at her
she gave me the finger and some other bullshit gestures
i ripped a fistful of hair out of her head
she ran home
and i took my rightful place on the swing
a couple of weeks later, i saw the same girl at a different park
she was playing in the sandbox by herself
she still had a bandage on her head from our previous encounter
i yelled at her from across the park
she ignored me
i yelled at her again
no response
i walked over and gave her a final chance
nothing
i ripped out her earrings and stuffed sand in her mouth
she cried and again screeched at me in that weird language
“in english!” i screamed at her
i noticed her staring at my mouth
so i spat on her
she coughed and a plume of sand came from her mouth
i left her a bloody heap in the sandbox
a few days later, her older brother caught up with me
and jammed a pencil in my right ear
sometimes my 2-year-old daughter will say something cute and i'll miss it
my wife doesn't bother with dirty talk or sweet nothings
more than that, i miss out on the sounds that accentuate life
a rushing stream, a chirping bird or a gust of wind through a screen door
i wish i could say that i have learned something about life
but the truth is, i haven't
if i could do it all over again, i wouldn't change a thing
that deaf bitch shouldn't have stole my swing

this is really sad.

This is terrible. I'm not sure what the purpose of this literature was, but it's not pleasant to read.

I went to a small high school. I had a school reunion recently and this asshole who bullied everybody had the nerve to show up with his wife. It shocked the hell out of me that everybody was so nice to him. I refused to talk to him and everyone thought I was the asshole. This guy was a real menace. I don't know... it got me to thinking about bullying in general and the shear brutality behind it. I'm sorry if this is an unpleasant read, but that was kind of the point.

I'm with Sunny but in the sense that it wasn't unpleasant because of the content, but because it seemed like it was trying to shock. To me, personally, it seems written in a manner thats trying to force me into an emotion instead of just letting me feel it.

You mean like I was trying to bully you into an emotion?

Bullying can be (and often is) blunt, direct, and painful...It doesn't need subtely or metaphor. I think this is a great example of language and form shaping meaning. You reflected the brutality through the writing in an affective way.

Based on what i've read so far, i find your writing really compelling. Keep it up man.

Noy really bullying so much as pursuading. Trying to shock, but without me buying into it. I really like your style of writing, and enjoyed your other peices alot, but this one I just can't get into.

It didn't rhyme