Learn from the Bird and the Ladybug | Teen Ink

Learn from the Bird and the Ladybug

January 26, 2016
By AfricanKing DIAMOND, Warner Robins, Georgia
AfricanKing DIAMOND, Warner Robins, Georgia
53 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
Only you and I can help the sun rise each morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow - Joan Baez


A bird is flying in the sky,

It’s flying really high,
It lands on a tree and says “hi” to me,

Taken aback by this I let out a shy little scream
“Please don’t hurt me”-
The bird was huge, white, with demonic eyes,
Its just staring at me, its eyes locked on to mine,
So strange, I was sitting in my yard playing with my truck
Could this be a monster, or perhaps a duck?

It’s very silly, to silly, yes I must be dreaming,
But when I stand up the bird talks once again!
“Why don’t you want to be my friend?”
The words rung in my ears like the Liberty Bell,
This is a story I’ve heard before,
I must tell,

I picked on a little boy at school today,
All my friends were doing it, so it must’ve been okay,
I called him loser and pushed him down,
The tears rolling down his cheeks were fast,
His eyes big brown,

“What have you done!” cried the teacher
I ran away and looked back,
The kid was on his face, flat on the ground,
He screamed down the hall,
“Why won’t you be my friend?”

I knew this kid pretty well,
Both of our parents sat together at show and tell,
This kid was a softy and shy,
No wonder, I should’ve known he’d cry,

I shouldn’t feel bad for this kid,
Who catches butterflies at recess?
Instead of climbing the monkey bars,

On a cold autumn day last year,
The kid was in the bushes,
I snuck over to see what he was looking at,

A ladybug was flapping her wings in the breeze,
She was trying to hide in the shrubs,
She was about to freeze,
She fell in the middle of the bush,
Almost giving a shrill cry “help me”

The kid had that cry when I pushed him,
I didn’t mean to be harsh,
From this day on I won’t knock anyone else over anymore,
I will find the kid tomorrow and be his friend,

While I was in my own little world,
The bird flew away,
I said sorry to the kid the next day.


The author's comments:

The very first stanza of the poem, I wrote when I was in the eight grade. I came across it last year, and I really wanted to expand it more. I was the little boy who always got pushed down, but I eventually became friends with my bullier when he apologized. I thought it would be so cool if I could tie my poem in with that story. And that it is what I did.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.