April’s Story

Just because I am not the same is fair I am the butt of their game. Every day I dread  to go to school because it is always the same they treat me mean and make me the fool.

OH! I hate each and every break   that’s when my loneliness hits me and sadness over takes. It is no fun to be the one everybody picks upon, they rip my coat and trash my books and all through class they give me dirty looks.

Sometimes they follow me home, why won’t they just leave me alone. It doesn’t stop there, not all. As soon as I get in they start to call and send texts to my phone. Swearing taunting calling me names do they enjoy playing these games.

I tried to fight back I tried to reason  but I can’t to anything to please them. I tried to tell the teacher but she was not listening and then because of that they shoved my head down the toilet and gave me a christening!

I feel that it cannot get worse  then someone goes and takes my purse. For fun and good measure they give me a hearty beating leaving me cuts and bruises to treasure!

Sitting here in the hall I am bleeding but no one stops to give me the reassurance I am needing. So I slog home hurt and grieving  all hope gone nothing left to believe in.

Mum and dad, they have have done their best they have begged the school to get that gang to give me a rest. Every day it is relentless it just goes on and on on it is just endless. Nothing happens nothing is done they never stop they never will they could not give a shit about me I am just their fun.

I have had enough I shall not go on, harassment on my computer has now begun. Another way for the evil ones at my expense to have fun. Well.” NO YOU BASTARDS I have had enough take your cruel taunts, your punches texts and up yourselves them stuff. I have got a piece of strong rope I have written you all a beautifully neat note. So round my throat I knot this rope  I am sick of you all I really can no longer cope.

Children are now bullied so badly at school even when they get home they cannot escape because the bullies abuse them via, their phones and computers. What have we become when our children can hound each other to suicide just because they look or act or speak differently?

Another poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

 

 

 

 

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. DaPoet
    Apr 29, 2012 @ 00:50:26

    RE: What have we become when our children can hound each other to suicide just because they look or act or speak differently?
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    Sadly they have become just like thier parents.

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 29, 2012 @ 07:49:40

      Yes so sad so very sad , I was bullied mercilessly at school by children and teachers alike yet I like to think I guided my children not to be like that and I know two of them at least had a hard time at one point or another at school , I hope they have learned enough to teacher their children not to bully? I do not know the answer I just know this is a bad world.

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  2. MademoiselleBluebell
    Apr 29, 2012 @ 15:48:09

    It makes you wonder where the parents are in situations like this and what people are teaching their children, I know not every parent is to blame, but children learn by example. A great deal of bullies are bullied by their own parents. Even teachers have been known to bully their own students. Its all so very sad. Keep writing luv your doing a wonderful job bringing a dark subject to light.

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 29, 2012 @ 16:03:14

      Thank you it is beyond belief , I know from personal knowledge how horrible being bullied can be! I was bullied by children and teachers..double wammie!!

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      • MademoiselleBluebell
        Apr 29, 2012 @ 16:47:15

        I went through the same thing as a child, so I understand what you mean, but you are right it is even worse now a days with the advent of the internet.

  3. willowdot21
    Apr 29, 2012 @ 18:07:47

    Yes it is worse no the children have no escape unless they cut themselves of from the internet completely ….. I cannot understand why it is like it is . I am sorry that you suffered too but maybe it has help make us what we are .. ( whatever that is?? ) 😀

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  4. granbee
    May 07, 2012 @ 21:19:30

    Wonderfully intense and strong poem to highlight the ultimate dangers (suicide!) to children bullied at school. If there had been modern technology around when I was this age, this would have been me. I hated recess for these reasons. Fortunately I was very safe and welcome and included lovingly in my home community,eight miles from the town where I went to school. And the teachers DID take action to help me along about half way through second grade. By the time I won a full academic scholarship to a great university and won the National Teachers of English Award, the whole town practically turned out to celebrate. Why can’t teachers see that they CAN put a stop to this bullying? Why can’t other students who are mere bystanders see that THEY can band together to protect such children and make friends with them?

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    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2012 @ 19:53:39

      I am sorry you were bullied at school I was too, and not only by the children. I agree we need to get through to the children and the teachers and make them see that if they all band together they could stop the bullies! The teachers also need to look to their too. But my friend it made us what we are. 😉 xx

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