She
Was Small
And filled with
Doubt. Dread
Filled Time in
Classes Where she
Watched Learned about
Why she Felt so different
From the Other children who
Played with Dolls, makeup and boys
While she Read about Asia and war
She stitched Herself into a painting
Dressed in Red laughing at the camera
Her book Children who Shared and went
Hungry And while the playground ran then
Emptied until Only bullies were left to invite her upon
The slide And they tipped her over the side to lay
Mocked. Waking to the Dark, as they walked away laughing,
Formless and bloody in a puddle, next to the slide.
Please help in the fight against bullying on our playgrounds, in our schools and on the internet. Take a stand for those who are different. Thanks.
very powerful and important. The woman who helps in my home, lost her son to bullying last month. Being a poor boy, who went to an evening college for a better future, was bullied by the rich kids, came home with poison inside him and died on his mother’s lap.
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I’m so very sorry. Please tell her … what do you tell her?
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nothing helps.
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