For every push,

for every jibe,

for every spit

upon my childhood,

my conditioning,

my inability to conform,

I kept walking onwards 

believing I was better,

never being allowed 

to acknowledge

how I’d been broken,

how I’d carry 

these bullies like bites

to forever sting 

beneath the skin.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly


  1. merrildsmith

    Awww–I just want to comfort little Damien. Kerfe is right that we carry those childhood hurts, but hopefully, grow enough scar tissue so that the sores do not bother us very much. For what it’s worth, I bet you’re a million times cooler than those bullies. 😉

  2. sarahsouthwest

    I hope you’ve processed it a bit, and realised that being bullied is often the price you pay for being better, cleverer, more creative, more beautiful. It shouldn’t be that way.

  3. hypercryptical

    I too was subjected to bullying (at school), soft little thing that I was. One day I decided I had had enough and said “No.” A fight was arranged outside the grounds after school in which I was mercilessly beaten. However, as I had stuck up for myself, they never bothered me again. A bullies sort of honour code?
    That was over fifty years ago and I am sure that odd kind of respect wouldn’t happen today, for we have changed as people…
    Anna :o]

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you Anna for coming by. I really appreciate it and am happy to hear you share your story too. I am sorry that you were bullied too but find your tale very courageous. As a child it is never easy to stand up against those who choose bullying as their power. Sending you big hugs, damien

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