Day 12 NaPoWriMo WHY

Today is day 12 of NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is to write a poem of questions you have always wanted to of asked someone ( parent, peer, teacher, anyone maybe historical or even a world leader ) . I was at a loss had though of quizzing  a politician or Queen Elizabeth 1 when I read a post on another unfortunate young person who was cyber bullied and no doubt plain ordinary bullied. A young person still at school so as I was bullied not only at school but through my work and personal life  too.  I am alive and proud , unlike the poor girl in the post.The post moved me to leave an answer and I am going to now in a poem confront my bullies. I have included too  videos one by Jesse J called  Who’s Laughing Now , and the other an early Imogen Heap  Getting Scared Now. 

I actually found this much more painful and  harder to write than I thought it would be, so sorry it is not very good  but I do not have time to rewrite today. 



Hi, long time no see, what? surely you remember me.

Would you like a drink relax lets talk you can feel free.

Why did you call me all those names,

Why did you exclude me from all your games.

Was I so ugly was I so fat ,

Why was I something at which you just spat.

Why did I let you make me cry

So many days and nights I just wanted to die.

I still carry the scars on my arms and my back

Why dd I let you get to me , for something you lack.

What made you think think you were so much better than me.

Why did I let you tether my spirit which I should of set free.

Why did you hound me where ever I went

Why were so ,on my destruction bent.

I have never kidded myself that I was in any way stunning

But the way you treated me and made me look bad was cunning.

You stuck you protractors and pencils in my legs

When we had cookery you made sure you broke my eggs.

If I ever cried or made a fuss  I’d hear your laughter.

If tried to tell the teacher they’d dismiss me  , they’d call me a martyr.

Do you know what, I am through  with all of you

I have succeeded in my life I do not have to explain myself to you  at all.

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Martin Shone
    Apr 12, 2013 @ 21:18:52

    You certainly don’t xxx


  2. Martin Shone
    Apr 12, 2013 @ 21:34:49



  3. Eric Alagan
    Apr 12, 2013 @ 23:41:18

    “I have succeeded in my life I do not have to explain myself to you at all.”

    Fantastic! Loved this closure Willow.

    Peace, Eric


  4. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 01:20:11

    This is GREAT, Willow, GREAT.

    That Jessie song, I sat back & watched & read. I’m so not good at songs because I hear & like them but I seldom actually know the words. It was great how it had the words. Loved that so so much. GREAT.


  5. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 01:24:50

    Sorry Willow – got all fussed about the video & forgot to comment on you poem!

    You know, I like your poetry because you “say it” so well. Willow, sticking pencils & protractors into people, and all that stuff … that STUFF. I loathe these actions of humans, don’t understand. Makes me way sad, and I wonder will it ever rest; will we ever cease to be so base, and see the joy in rising each and everyone up where we belong among the stars. Human nature can be so wicked. I am so so glad you are “over them” as you say. xx


    • willowdot21
      Apr 13, 2013 @ 13:05:24

      I am with you there Noeleen, why is humanity so lacking in humanity towards fellow humans No I think if the children can be vile and nasty what hope is there for the future? Woa ! that is very pessimistic but I do not understand why humanity is like it is. I found it hard to write that poem but I felt I had too because children should never , never be allowed to push one of their own to the brink or even worse to death. IT IS WRONG. sorry I find this such a raw subject and it all happened years and decades ago decades. Hugs to you and Daniel. xxx


  6. penpusherpen
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 12:29:20

    no apologies necessary, Sweet Willow, and as one who suffered from bullying, I can empathise with this poem wholeheartedly… Bullying at school affects you for the rest of your life… sometimes for the good, in that it can make you a stronger person, more sure of yourself and who you are … yet there are so many who cannot cope afterwards… and the detrimental effect is forever felt. Great piece my friend. xPenx


    • willowdot21
      Apr 13, 2013 @ 13:00:11

      Thank you Pen, I was bullied after school too and at first when I started working and even now I am susceptible to bullying but no where near as when I was younger. I still carry the scars, on my shoulders and back, I used to scratch until I bled and then I would scratch the scabs off ( I’d it when stressed at school or at work) and the scars are still there. If I am stressed or upset even now I will scratch my shoulders or back. I will never forget those days but I am stronger now and a different person, I wonder how they all are……… xxxxx


  7. Angela
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 15:21:06

    Great poem, Willow, and I love poems that just ‘come out of your soul’. Sometimes when they’re polished up they loose some of that raw energy that birthed them in the first place. I loved this poem. 🙂


  8. Wendell A. Brown
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 17:06:37

    Such a delight to read! I always love your words my sister! God bless!


    Apr 13, 2013 @ 23:56:43

    such a revelation !


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