'bullying'
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Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;This is exactly what the Doctor orders,For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrorsOf blatant racism,
Plus que tu me méprises
Plus que tu me dis des bêtises
Plus que tu m’abuses
Plus que tu fais des ruses
Plus que tu me maudis
Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
Recuerda ayer
Recuerda los viejos tiempos
Recuerda lo que solíamos decir
Recuerda las jugadas
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
Les roses, les fleurs et les bouquets
L’amour, l’honneur, le respect et la paix
Les vers, les poèmes et la littérature
I take the pain
Like a person
I swallow the sin
Like a good man
All around you and I
Resides the nasty Satan
Haiti is not destitute
Haiti is not a poor prostitute
Haiti got robbed
Haiti got mobbed
BIG TIME
Spy of high, its a poor's Cry Spare the Honest ,do not Pry
Don't You know it hurts so bad when my blue bird just can't fly
talk to the nobles, say my sigh i am so naïve, don't know to get by
So, I hear you say, “I heard a rumor…”
Syllables capable of planting problems were people once were
Corrupting, corrosive... killing.
But they can only take root if you’re willing
When they rise up,
You drift down.
When you avoid them,
They attack.
When you let them include you,
You only protect yourself.
But when you pretend you are fine,
I’ll never leave the fantasy of
The life I’ve always wanted:
A bird become free, as I can see;
Yet is a world never imparted.
Looking back at the old days
They would look at me and call me gay
I felt lose in the crowd because I wasn't the same
But I knew who I was and that was okay
I grew stronger and knew my worth
i was bullied
-god it feels so wrong to call it that-
it was so much more than that
it feels like i should call it less
i was sexually harrased
-god it feels wrong to actually put it into words-
Three mean girls, one victim
The commons of Sapulpa High School
Punches took to the face,verbal abuse
Constant jabs to the stomach
The crowd starts to grow
All they do is cause problems,
Cause harm,
Cause drama,
I hate them,
They're an ugly gem,
Filled with Flem,
They are all hate,
Spreading like a ramped disease,
So contagious,
There's cruelty few people know
One that is vast but
Meager, silent
But deafening
Words can injure hearts
Words consume worth
Yet Absence of words
Is scarcity of food
You defend me against slander
You come to my aid
Despite that, I haven’t done the same
Despite that, I’ve done the opposite
She wishes she couldPunch them in the faceThey thought they wouldBeat her in that race
She was somehow silentBut they were raging a warShe had some different scentNow she regrets, she could roar
I understand you fake, to take, but awake the quake that shakes the snakes from forbidden trees. I know you're knees must hurt, from the dirt you're cursed to birth the worst of earth.
Once upon a time
There was a man named Florian
I thought he was the one
I thought he was grand…
Suddenly I felt a need to scroll through my Instagram
Their words felt like the noose around my neck
Their actions felt like the gun against my head
Their hatred felt like the blade against my skin
Beaten downthrown to the groundcovered in bloodCuts run deepCan barely sleepThe tormentors haunt you
Walking through the halls,
Not even a friendly stare.
Everyone hates me here.
It's just not fair.
Girls telling me I look
dumb
nerdy
BEING MYSELF
Be yourself...
That's what everyone says.
But being myself...
gave me this black eye.
But being myself
Gave me this bruised face.
Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
RED is the violence our kind faces
a discrimination that surpasses
religion and races
An ORANGE tinge outlines
our scars. A reminder of
Injustice comitted this June,
in an Orlando
gay bar.
I wish I didn't fall off the swing.
I wish I still had sight.
I know we was just playing.
I know it was 4th grade,
But they don't have to be so cruel.
It was their fault anyway.
It was that stupid game.
There are times in life when you care about a person and are torn, but why are we lighting ourselves on fire, to keep them warm?
It hurts, we know.
You just want this pain to go.
You often cry, we can tell.
We all know you’re going through h*ll
We wish we could stop it, but where do we start?
Perhaps what is needed is a change of heart
