Beauty of being Bullied
He was born from the galaxy, beautiful and bright, with wings that spread broadly across the sky, and eyes that electrifies souls. The beauty within him is God's truth about heaven and there is nothing that anyone can say to stop him.
In school, he gets made fun of his beauty though. The children see him to be a boy who doesn't fit in and isn't good enough. Something about him is sucked out of him through them. He tries his hardest to understand just what it is that stops them from loving him and he can't understand.
He can't understand that they are jealous of talents. They are jealous of his artistry. They are jealous of his hair. They are jealous of his parents' wealth. They are jealous of his shoes. His shirt. His sneeze. His breath. They are jealous.
Jealousy is as cruel as the grave and their jealousy has sent him to the grave. The grave is where all bad and good things rest, becoming inanimate, becoming transparent.
He rests as an angel though. He rests as a boy who was born from galaxies, was beautiful and bright, with wings that stretches broadly across the sky and eyes that electrifies souls. The beauty within him is God's truth and not a single student can stop his beauty from radiating through the stars. Back to the galaxy, he has returned.