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I was listening to a talk show the other day (Roy Green) and the mother of a young boy came on and read this poem that summed up her son’s experience as a student.

You may ask what does this have to do with this week’s theme and gospel.”Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God.”

As you read it think about this question- What really belongs to God?

I Am Just A Boy

I am just a boy who didn’t have any choices about the hell I have endured.

I am just a boy who couldn’t wait to go to school and learn and be liked.

I am just a boy wanted to make friends and be part of the team.

I am just a boy who didn’t get to realize this dream.

I am just a boy who would walk around the playground, alone and sad, as I watched other kids play soccer and wished they would call me over to join in – just once.

I am just a boy who never got picked for a team and was always last picked in gym class.

I am just a boy who was teased for lacking in athletic ability and mocked for the way I run.

I am just a boy who desperately wanted to share my story but had to suffer in silence for fear of more torment.

I am just a boy who had to suck it up and pretend I was fine and it didn’t matter.

I am just a boy who wanted a friend and confidant.

I am just a boy who wanted to be accepted for my differences but more because of them.

I am just a boy who looked forward to ending my primary school years better than they started.

I am just a boy who wanted to go on the year-end trip with my classmates feeling a sense of belonging.

I’m just a boy who just learned that I am not accepted and I don’t belong.

I’m just a boy who won’t be victimized anymore and will make choices that will not subject me to the constant messages of you don’t matter or you are a freak.

I’m just a boy who will leave elementary school the same way I started, wanting a friend, wanting to feel accepted wanting to be “one of the gang”.

I am just a boy who had to be brave and pretend that none of this hurt.

I am just a boy who was funny and kind and plays by the rules.

I am just a boy who doesn’t understand why subtle yet constant badgering isn’t considered bullying – yet it hurts just as much.

I am just a boy who is tired of waiting for it to stop, waiting for adults to make kids accountable, waiting for a better tomorrow.

I am just a boy who was wishing his childhood away because I hear that adults don’t behave that way.

I am just a boy who loves life and laughter and all the things that other kids like and for that I am not different.

I am just a boy who hopes that one kid understands the impact of being so mean and so unkind.

I am just a boy who wonders if they think about the cruel things they say, the cruel things that they do.

I am just a boy who wonders if they are being mistreated and that is why they are so careless with their words that cut through my soul.

I’m just a boy who promises to never ever treat anyone like this.

I am just a boy who promises to raise children, to be kind and thoughtful and tough enough to stand up for those that don’t.

I am just a boy.

 

 

 

 

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