Bullies Molding

They told me that I was ugly;
You showed me that I was unique.

They told me that I was stupid;
You showed me that you needed me to learn in my own way and time.

They told me that I wore out of date clothes;
You help me to create my own style.

They called me mean and negative names;
You called me your child;
A child of God.

A Christian poem by:  Rachel

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