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Today more than ever, we face a time where we need to be heard. Today more than ever, we have to work together, because acts of hate won't stop us, they are a remainder that there is a lot work to be done;
I am a star Different from others. Different shape, size, and color I'm judged, If I'm not big enough, I'm not tough. If I'm not lustrous, I'm not wondrous. If I'm not illuminated
How was I supposed to know it was so bad to be educated and black? Do I really intimidate you to the point of you trying to hold me back? All I've tried to do was make something out of $5 and a dream,
Don’t give up just yet, We all go through hard times I don’t want to say goodbye, And I care so please don’t cry But when I stand here with you, I see what could be so true
I have grown up with people of all colors, races, ethnicities, and backgrounds I have seen the ignorance and hate towards my best friends, neighbors, and peers No one can choose their color. I want to change the World now
As tears well Drawn from affection yet no grasp Our embraces have spark A small glimmer of life And after each removal of warmth The world grows dim Tears stream purely
Why such hurtful words? Did you enjoy the first time you got a tooth pulled cause your cravings called for sweets? Did you find pleasure while falling from your bike, scraping a chunk of skin off your leg?
***This Poem was written to help others who have difficulty coping with depression and bullying who need help**
Hands in the sky On my knees Nobody heard My piercing scream The broken remains Of the world around Shattered and fell With a deafening sound
You Can Not See Who Are The Students That Suffer Please, Open Your Eyes
I can't cry, Because that is admitting defeat, I can't cry, Because if I did you'd tear me down more. I can't smile, Because you know if I do it'll crack into a thousand pieces, I can't smile,
The small boy
My body aches with pain. Fear flowing through my xylem as I'm rooted to the floor a Charlie Brown tree in the midst of a forest of strong pine.
They hit me always They tease me and put me down Make bullying stop
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!I wake up to my alarm going off...another day,another scar.
I want to disappear I wanted to fade into the background...... I thought that losing the weight would make them like me...... They don't... I started to get more involved in school no one seemed to notice either.....
Lost in the world around her The kids in school call her names, Mock her ripped clothing No one knows the truth. She goes home to a drunken father, A broken mother and a missing brother,
Bullying. A subject that when comes to mind, makes me want to cry. I have been bullied. Not physically, but mentally. People telling me "shutup" or "you're stupid". I take everything to heart all of a sudden. I feel so insecure. I feel suicidal.
There oncewas a boy who rode my bus, with wide green eyes, who sat alone... and didn't seem to care. There once was a boy at my school, who was quiet but had the most beautiful smile,
You think school is all sweet and all. And you think teenagers like me are the generation to fall. But you don't understand that outside those silver gates. Life soon becomes a brawl.
The Hill That Never Sleeps Have you heard of the hill, That never sleeps? We’ve been properly acquainted, In my virtuous sheets. Watching-your every move, In search of flaws.
Words hardly describe The world he sees.Hand motions do notGive him the peace he needs. He draws then,A mermaid in the seaAnd an enormous ship.
She is sitting by the mirrorBrushing her hair,As tears fall downHer hands tremble When she thinks about last night.
how dare you put me in a box labeling me because i dont fit in with the hollywood image how dare you belittle me because im different i rather be happy being me then being sad trying to fit in with this asshole society
I chose to be spat on in public.I chose to be called names.Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.Mistake.I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
Crying into the night, begging for redemption, only for salvation of her one true god. They told her no, they told her why. She told them yes, and made them regret every lie. The clock strikes twelve, and the knife struck her.
Everyone Has Their Story, So Here's Mine...