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Me and My Bully©

Copyright 2


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.


Photos tell a story

Of who we are and where we’ve been

They hold their secrets

and ties that bind them

looking through the eyes of others

we see no more pain

we wonder if we’ve changed them

and cleared them of their evils

Cleansing thoughts and minds

We give just cause for a new beginning

Taking new photos to be placed again

Rewarding all who resurface as the better half

Leaving evil behind them

Welcome to a new beginning

bent on destruction

I Wonder…

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.


Manic Monday

I wake up do the darkened morn
Energy already gone
Lots to do and so little time
But I know that once this day is done
The rest of the week will be a breeze

The sun finally shows it’s face
No train, or bus to catch
I go to the front yard to retrieve the days paper
I see the leaves come to life with color
So now I can do what I must to make this day a success

With energy restored and shower taken
There is spring in my step
As I make my way out into
World today, I think about all that a Monday brings
Everyone tired from their weekend triumphs
They stop for their coffee to begin their day so
I’ll stop for my tea then I will be set for the day to begin
The Monday morning blues will be gone

My day is stress free because
Everyone is too tired to make things hard
I’m happy to say that
My Manic Monday will be no more

Listen to The Bangles Manic Monday Song

All I need do

In the dead of night
I hear the silence
Then I hear the cries
The cries of all those missing and lost
The cries of those suffering
The cries of those who need someone to lean on and bend their ear
The cries of those that are blameless

In the dead of night
My mind is open
My heart is forgiving
All I want is to heal all those in need
To right all those wronged
To wipe away the sins of the world
To feel revived and all new
My mind is now clear on all I need do and someday you’ll thank me


My Sweet, Lucky, Friday the 13th

Friday, January 13th, 1981
My Stomach was on fire
I couldn’t understand the pain, I had never felt anything like it before
I was rushed to the hospital as fast as could be
Up on a bed, being picked and prodded
The doctored turned to say
You have a little baby on the way
A month and half early
Tests had to be done
To be certain that all was ok
An amniocentesis needle stuck inside me
The needle was dirty, I had been injected with Listeria
My vital signs went crazy, the baby was in jeopardy
At 7:13 on Friday the 13th a beautiful little baby girl was cut out of me, she was heaven sent
Mom and baby were sick as could be, but nothing that three months of good care wouldn’t cure
Today that little beauty is a healthy 29 years young
She’s made me proud each day of her life
So when people ask me if I’m superstitious, I proudly say “no” my first born was born on Friday the 13th at 7:13!
The 13th is my good luck day.

Info about Friday 13th –

Read Diana Nyad’s Inspirational Message here

Today we celebrate Labor Day
A holiday that we don’t have to differentiate who the day is meant for
We can celebrate it how we feel we want to honor ourselves and those
That we know have worked so hard for themselves their families
To have something to be proud of
To offer a part of themselves and earn something for being good at it
To help the place they live in and call prosper
We inspire ourselves
We motivate others
We try something new or stay with something old
What ever we do, we do it with pride
No matter where in the world we might be
Man, woman or child, we have something to celebrate
Today I celebrate remembering my first jobs as
A babysitter, newspaper carrier, assistant to an editorial consultant and a waitress, working at the library, town hall, police station and court-house during high school for business coop,
All those jobs before I started college

Do you remember your first job(s)? I’m sure you have much to be proud of too. Enjoy your celebration.


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