They are hard but there not .

They bully people because they are weak.

They made me feel weak and worthless.Iwas little and I felt little too.

I didn’t matter well thats what I thought.

I cut and I healed ,I ran away and continued.

I wanted nothing more with life.


I learnt to cope 

I learnt to stand my ground 

I learnt to be better than them 

I learnt to be kind even to those who weren’t kind to me 

and most importantly I learnt to love my self. 

And that changed everything...

you are you and do not change that for anyone.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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