painful memories snap me back to my own reality.
brought on by the words shared by my co-workers so casually.
two full years of torture by the gangs in high school relapsed me.
chased through the hallways of my school trapped and beaten viciously.
white boys blood still red.
ring in my ears fist from all sides swollen shut.
blood stings my eyes curled up tight.
kicked in the back now hold my breath.
soon it will be over.
laying in my own blood and vomit.
sucking but unable to breathe.
i realised their motivation.
it was not me they were beating.