Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 3,Songs about Bullying.

Thank  you  to  my way   blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Today I nominate : Lynz of Lynz real cooking  and pensivity 101

Today is Day three and I have chosen Jessie J . I was bullied at school so this song really resonated with me .

Here is a poem I wrote   about how being bullied at school made me feel.

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Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like the  dregs.

Following me nearly home calling me mean names , in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school  they though I was rich and had it made so little did they know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there, behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it what do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you don’t  they, school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each ,it is nothing less than abuse.

And now a song from Immie


19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Apr 07, 2017 @ 22:57:02

    Bullying is a horrible thing to go through. ((( Hugs ))) sis. Amazing poem and great songs 💜💜💜


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  3. 1EarthUnited
    Apr 07, 2017 @ 23:59:51

    Great song from Immie!


  4. JT Twissel
    Apr 08, 2017 @ 19:29:56

    Children can be so cruel. So sorry…


  5. gigoid
    Apr 09, 2017 @ 12:37:56


    The things we remember from our childhood never really leave us, do they? I’m sorry for your experience, & can’t offer any explanation why kids are often mean, other than to say “children learn what they live”; the parents are generally responsible for such kids’ behavior…. I can offer the following, which doesn’t attempt to explain, but, does offer a helpful understanding of the cost….

    “I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy.
    I expostulated, but he replied: ‘The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies;
    that’s fair.’ In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.” — Bertrand Russell, Education and the Social Order

    Remember, now, you ARE loved, by many….



    • willowdot21
      Apr 09, 2017 @ 13:02:33

      Thanks Ned, I have heard similar words before and yes you right it epitomizes the history of the human race and no doubt its future. My childhood still haunts me. I still let myself be bullied because it easier than fighting. I am weak i know and sometimes I hate myself, not always.


      • gigoid
        Apr 09, 2017 @ 15:22:30

        There is no reason to hate yourself for not being aggressive, as long as you can stand up for yourself… It is a hard lesson, but, Murphy’s Paradox is absolutely true of Life, to wit: “The hard way is always the easiest way.”
        Doesn’t seem to make sense… until you take it to heart, & apply it; then, you’ll find it to be true in every case…. As noted, a hard lesson, but, nonetheless true for that….
        You only need to acknowledge & accept that, as a human, you do have the strength to stand up; but, it must be learned where in yourself that strength is to be found, and released….

      • willowdot21
        Apr 09, 2017 @ 13:50:11

        You are a very wise man and i always heed your words.💜💗

  6. Judy E Martin
    Apr 09, 2017 @ 14:44:40

    You replied to this comment.


  7. Pinkspen
    Apr 16, 2017 @ 21:13:41

    Love this!!!! Such a great idea!!!! Thanks for sharing!


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