Making Sarah Cry - Entertainment - http://maxpages.com/bananer/Making_Sarah

I got this one from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I can't remember if it was from the 1st or 2nd one.

he stood among his friends from school
he joined their childhood games
laughing as they played kickball
and when they called poor sarah names
sarah was unlike the rest;
she was slow and not as smart
and it would seem to all his friends
she was born without a heart
and so he gladly joined their fun
of making sarah cry
but somewhere deep within his heart
he never knew just why
fo he could hear his mother's voice
her lessons of right and wrong
playing over and over inside his head
just like a favorite song
"treat others with respect, son
the way you'd want them treating you
and remember, when you hurt others
someday someone might hurt you"
he knew his mother wouldn't understand
the purpose of their game
of teasing sarah, who made them laugh
as her own tears fell like rain
the funny faces that she made
and the way she stomped her feet
whenever they mocked the way she walked
or the stutter when she'd speak
to him she must deserve it
because she never tried to hide
and if se truly wanted to be left alone
then she should stay inside
but every day she'd do the same:
she'd come outside to play
and stand there, tears upon her face
too upset to run away
the game would soon be over
as tears dropped from her eyes
for the purpose of their fun
was making sarah cry
it was nearly two whole months
he hadn't seen his friends
he was certain they all must wonder
wat happened and where he'd been
so he felt a little nervous
as he limped his way to class
he hoped no one would notice
he prayed no one would ask
about that awful day:
the day his bike met with a car
leaving him with a dreadful limp
and a jagged-looking scar
so he held his breath a little
as he hobbled into the room
where inside he saw a "welcome back" banner
and lots of red balloons
he felt a smile cross his face
as is friends all smiled too
and he couldn't wait to play outside-
his favorite thing to do
so the second that he stepped outdoors
and saw his friends all waiting there
he expected a few pats on the back-
instead, they all stood back and stared
he felt his face grow hotter
as he limped to join their side
to play a game of kickball
and of making sarah cry
an awkward smile crossed his face
when he heard somebody laugh
and heard the words "hey freak
where'd you get the ugly mask?"
he turned, expecting sarah
but sarah could not be seen
it was the scar upon his own face
that caused such words so mean
he joined in their growing laughter
trying hard not to give in
to the awful urge to cry
or the quivering of his chin
'they are only teasing'
he made himself believe
'they are still my friends
they'd never think of hurting me'
but the cruel marks continued
about the scar and then the limp
and he knew if he shed a single tear
they'd label him a wimp
and so the hurtful words went on
and in his heart he wondered why
but he knew without a doubt
the game would never end, until they made him cry
and just when a tear had formed
he heard a voice speak out from behind
"leave him alone you bullies
because he's a friend of mine"
he turned to see poor sarah
determination on her face
sticking up for one of her own tormentors
and willing to take his place
and when his friends did just that
trying their best to make poor sarah cry
this time he didn't join in
and at last understood exactly why
"treat others with respect, son
the way you'd want them treating you
and remember, when you hurt others
someday someone might hurt you"
it took a lot of courage
but he knew he must be strong
for at last he saw the difference
between what's right and wrong
and sarah didn't seem so weird
through his understanding eyes
now he knew he'd never play again
the game of making sarah cry
it took several days of teasing
and razzing from his friends
but when they saw his strength
they chose to be like him
and now out on the playground
a group of kids meet everyday
for a game of kickball and laughter
and teaching their new friend, sarah, how to play.

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