I was heartsick as I read your poem.

For those concerned about what happened with the rope, I can tell you that it was never used for its intended purpose, but it did fast-track an emergency referral to the district child mental health facility — and in due course, the police. The boy and his family have been scarred for life. By association, I too have been scarred. We grit our teeth and move on, still wounded but wiser.
Disgracebook — In Free Unforgiving Verse and Prose
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Carolyn Hastings
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Mar 27, 2021
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I was heartsick as I read your poem. Kids can be so cruel...and I have never understood how their parents allow them to get away with it. Or school officials. Glad the suicide didn't happen. But so sad the rest did. I STILL remember some of the mean things kids said to me over 50 years ago! that shit lingers. Inexcusable.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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