Thursday, October 17, 2013

Bully time (31-HP Day 18)

[This poem was inspired by something I read by Wil Wheaton. Warning: Triggers--abuse and bullying--or maybe it is just me...because I am writing about my own bully.]

Your eyes lit up
First time you saw me
Short, thin, talking funny
A perfect target for abuse

I disliked you
I hated you
I loathed you
You were the perfect bully

I knew not your pain
I knew not your past
No clue about your home
How could I?
No friend, you were

New in town, I was
Unhappy at home
Miserable in school
With you as the cherry on top

Name calling
Mocking my voice and strangeness
Shower room pranks
You were the perfect bully

You remember this fondly
As you think I should too
Not with rage
And anger bubbling
Venom in my veins

Wish you harm, I do
Wish you restraint
And unhappiness
When I remember the past

Yet I must thank you
Others have tried
To control and bully me
To bend me to their will

But they are not you
And I have grown
Confident in my abilities
To endure abuse and threats
For I learned this at your hands

[Needless to say, bullying is wrong, even if it made me stronger.]

4 comments:

DinoMama said...

So true!
I am going to share this on my fb page =)

Karin Copperwood said...

This is Bully Prevention Week at my school. I am going to read this poem with my students. Thank you so much for sharing!

Sheryl Thompson said...

I read it and was bullied, too. Mean people suck.

Theresa Ryder said...

Not a good learning experience, but go you for managing to take something of use away from it.

Raw and powerful poetry. High five.