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Me and My Bully©
Felina Silver Robinson
Even if you weren’t looking at me, I saw you
Even if you weren’t talking to me, I heard you
Even if you didn’t invite me, I really wanted to go
Even though you didn’t hear me, I was talking to you
You asked me why I’m always crying,
But I know you really don’t care
When I’m not looking, your laughing with your friends about me
At the beginning of the year I was happy and smiling
I was full of laughter
Walking around and hanging with my friends
Two months of knowing you
No one would dare to be my friend
Destined to be alone
I was always alone
Except for when you and your friends would hurt me
Who are you? You’re my Bully!
Why do you hurt me?
Because you feel small inside
Because those you love have no time for you
They leave you out in the cold
Your friends just use you, because you’re rich
Because they know you are going places and someday, they might need you
Don’t you know, you’re just like me
You’re bullied too, so stop hurting me and maybe just maybe
We can just be friends
I wrote this for all the kids that I know that are now being bullied or
was once bullied.
Stand up and take back your life.
Turn your bully into your friend,
Your bully is just as lonely as you are and maybe even lonelier.
I created the slide below to hopefully be used as an educational tool. I hope it helps.
With a new school year just a month away, remember that there is no place for bullying in anyone’s lives.
Bullying has no place anywhere. Stop the pain of the innocent.
Use your voice and stop abusers in their tracks.
Suicide of 12-year-old Pennsylvania boy Evan Ziemniak ‘was his response to stop the pain’ of bullying
I wonder if I do too much, take on too much
I wonder if they will be disappointed if my smile is absent next time they see me
I wonder if they will notice when I’m no longer there
I wonder if they know just how much their words hurt me
I wonder if they just don’t care
I wonder if I’ll have the time to change the way they feel
I wonder if it really matters that much to me
I wonder why I can’t stop caring as much as I do
I wonder if they know I used to cry myself to sleep
I wonder if they really need to be who and what they are
I wonder if they could survive being me
I no longer wonder, I’ve decided just to be me
The me I used to be before I started to care about them and what they would think of me
So now I no longer have to wonder or cry myself to sleep
For those who know me, this piece is not about me. It is written as a reflection of young girl I know who is constantly worrying about what others think about her and how they treat her. She is working on finding her inner peace as we speak.