A Boy Called Me Ugly Today.

A boy called me ugly today.
I just stood there, my lips parted.
I didn't know what to say.
A boy called me ugly today.
I just ask myself why.
But I wonder what he'd do- if he knew;
I carved the word ugly into my thigh.

A boy looked me up and down.
As I was about to turn around?
Ugly.
The word keeps repeating.
Each time; my heart beat increasing.

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I went through the rest of the day attending all my classes.
I tried to fit in;
and blend in with the masses.

I wouldn't lift my eyes from the floor.
I bumped into a few people,
ran into a door.
People gave me dirty looks,
like I was the villain; and they weren't the crooks.

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Last period was over, the final bell rang.
I dashed out of class into the hall,
but dropped all of my things.

People were rushing by; my stuff was scattered.
My papers being stepped on.
My folders getting tattered.

Tears were welling; but I felt a hand.
I looked up- to see the same man.
My eyes got wide, and I started to cry.
It was the same one who called me ugly.
He had a black eye.

My papers were collected; and he helped me up.
"What happened" I asked, "You look rough."

His hand went to his eye, like he forgot.
He opened his mouth and said,
"Your boyfriend throws quite a punch. He heard me call you ugly. And this is what I got."
He looked over my shoulder, and his eyes got wide.
"I'll see you later!" He ran, looking terrified.

I turned around only to see,
my boyfriend; my love.
The one who protects me.
The one who-

Ugly.

The word came back to mind.
Tears welling up again;
I started to cry.
He looked so desperate; he grabbed me in a hug.
Today wasn't one of those days; where I could just pass it off with a shrug.

I held on tight as he stroked my hair,
He tilted my head up.
Wiped away my tears.
He whispered so softly,
"You have nothing to fear."