Laughter of Bullies

Lifetimes have passed
Lips stay dry pressed
I have heard laughter on the path
Jealous have leaned forward
Eager to see this marvelous thing

Always some unfortunate Soul was in pain.
Laughter of small minds
Gleefully sarcastic at the imposed shortcomings of another

At seeing me they would stop and stare
Looking for any caricature of difference
Any blemish or distortion
A shade of color not before seen.
Then the stabbing would begin
Insults thrown javelin
Hoping to raise a tear
To them that was funny
To enjoy the susceptibilities
Of the soft unprotected underbelly

I have always looked beyond
The misshapen shell GOD had given us
Hiding the beauty hidden within
Looked deep down
Past the shallow ‘Freüdian mask
and was amazed at the loveliness.
Still,
I have never learned to laugh and hope I never will.