Hello, Cuss Boy

Hello, Cuss Boy!

Hello, you who cussed at me when we were both just 5^th grader.

It’s the first time I got cussed at right in front of my face,

You probably have the privilege of forgetting the occasion,

But me - a goody two shoes, who barely spent the break time outside classroom?

Oh good God, how could you expect me to forget?

You stood right there in front of me and spitted those nasty word – if not twice then third times.

I didn’t remember what I did wrong, I doubt I knew what I did wrong to you,

Yet there you were.

I did not hate you, I did not hold grudge against you.

Instead, you made me hate myself.

You knew very little how harmful a mere word could be.

Ah, I think, even now, the universe doesn’t know that either.

With the help of the almighty anonymousness of social media,

People throws nasty word here and there like it’s a charity.

And what do they want to achieve with that is something I still fail to comprehend.

The world is messed up enough that I believe it doesn’t need extra help to do so by people tossing their negativity around.

Hey you, Cuss Boy.

We don’t keep in touch, but I know you’re a better man now.

And I wish that everyone could grow up like you, becoming better man,

Know better that if one can’t spread the happiness, at least they hold up their negativity for themselves to swallow.

Xoxo,

The girl you screamed asu to