We used to move
Since my parents
That was my luck
That's why I held a tight
Grudge that never faded.
In a new small town
I found myself lost and isolated
The exchange of smiles and frowns
While trying to make friends,
Yet friendship was never negotiated.
I was about four
When a group of kids
Were eating peanuts
By a fountain
Bunch of handfuls what a gore,
They giggled and threw
Some by my feet
Until they build a small mountain.
One of them said
"Eat them from the ground"
So I proceeded to do so
I enjoyed the peanuts
I blocked the rest in my head
While glancing at their laughter sounds
Wishing I had fled instead.
I never enjoyed peanuts
After that day
Didn't understand things fully
Never knew that innocence
Could disguise itself as bullies.
| If I find them now though, I would make them pick the peanuts up with their ass! Fuck a pack... my life has been so rough that I don't fear anything now!||| Posted on 2012-09-29 00:00:00 | by Latin King | [ Reply to This ] || I don't suppose it will help all|
that much but these behaviors
are determined by evolution.
Man has evolved a pack
mentality that states strangers
are to be run off or killed.
If you had encountered any one of those
kids by themselves there is a good
chance you would have been friends.
Conversely if you managed to get on
the leaders good side quickly you would
have been accepted into the pack.
The pecking order may have determined
you be on the bottom but you would
I reiterate you faced millions of years
of adaptive behavior and the instinct
you had for flight?
I don't know as a pack they may
have just run you down.
Its too bad about the peanuts. They
are quite tasty. However I think by eating
them and proving yourself an object of
ridicule and therefore not a threat ,
you probably saved yourself
from getting a beating.
|| Posted on 2012-09-29 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] |