Mom, why would kids say stuff to hurt me,
most especially, when they’re not true?
Don’t they even care about feelings?
Can’t they think first, before they hurt you?
She said those that do that are unhappy,
they’re very angry deep down inside,
but they just don't know how to fix that,
so they pick on kids smaller in size.
Mom said life is too short to stay angry.
If you let it, angry gets bigger each day!
But happy grows faster than angry can,
so be happy, it’s better that way!
Mom said just stand up for my feelings,
but do it nice, and don’t get all mad.
I try, but it sure isn’t easy,
being nice when they’ve made me so sad.
Can u just plz say the summary of this poem and wat is it all over about......plz .....😊
This is a step back into childhood itself! How well remembered are those times when someone said or did those hurtful things, and we, standing there feeling as though we had been hit by a truck, left to wonder 'WHY? ' Not understanding the grown up bit about anger...just knowing how WE hurt! Beautifully, tenderly written!
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Is the child telling a real story or an imaginary one Please give reasons for your answer.