Our host LindaGHill is here again with the Daily Prompt! Today is January 14th, so this is the 14th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Maggie. Thank you, Maggie! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 14th, 2022, is “freckled.” Use the word “freckled” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Freckled skin is beautiful, as beautiful as skin that is freckleless. Some people like to comment on appearance, especially children. My eldest son has red hair hair, blue eyes and freckles. When he was little he did stand out and people made assumptions about him. Now he is a grown man his hair and freckled skin have tamed down a little. He has to be very careful in the sun because his skin is so pale. Lots of factor 50.
He has travelled the world and has taken him bike with him on many occasions. When he and his friend travelled Vietnam and Cambodia my son caused some constanation in some of the out of the way, off of the beaten track villages with his pale skin and red hair.
RED is my hair green are my eyes LIGHT are my thoughts like butterflies. GREEN the feelingd you have for me. LIGHT weight the side of me that you see. AMBER freckled skin creased by my smile LIGHT my day, stop ribbing me for a while.
Caution this is not a fun blog post but it’s a true one from my heart.
Maggie is our hostess this week as she alternates with Lauren for the Throwback Thursday/ I Remember When series. This week’s prompt is: School Memories – Take this prompt wherever it leads you. Here are some suggestions to consider.
Who was your favorite teacher? What about your worst? Were you a member of any clubs? Did you attend homecoming or the prom? What was your favorite subject? Were you the perfect student or a troublemaker? What clothes were in style when you were in school? How did you get to school? Bus, walk, drive? Any extracurricular activities? What did you do for lunch? Did you attend football games or other sports? Did you attend school when corporal punishment was applied? Have a school photo you wish to share?
I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, in 2012. It is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I was lucky in a way as there was no internet in my day, once I was home I was more or less safe.
It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.
It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !
It’s nothing less than abuse.
Rounded shoulders head hung down
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 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, I was not I was just like them it would of made no difference if I’d let them know. When we were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there and 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, you don’t realize that 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 other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE.
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.
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.
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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.
What do you see lady in blue, those watchful eyes what do they view, why so tight lipped are you. I can see you are stressed just look at you, leaning forward your hands are tense your whole demeanour cries self defence.
Such a lovely dress but something is wrong why not short sleeves and with your legs it is way too long.Your husband is at the bar you sit and watch him from afar.He likes a shapely young body a weakness for a pretty face he is not worried if you see. Such a shit he is a disgrace.
You should not worry , you should not care, you still have your girlish figure and your flame red hair, your eyes are still that glorious blue you have hardly changed since he married you.
It is sad his words have worn you down , he has taken your smile and stretched it into a frown. He has pointed out your flaws too often and criticized you so much his shouted put downs have not been forgotten he has shown you up once too often.
Every time he pushes you too far he buys you a pretty trinket like your amber necklace or a car. He thinks if he showers you with gifts you will forget the scars.
Take some strength girl don’t keep caving in you are the stronger one, you have all the strength of character. Much more than him, truth be known he has none. He is just a show off and a bully, he is a coward inside. What kind of man is it that feels big when he makes you cry.
He is the one who would fall apart if you left so please lady in the blue dress find smile don’t look so bereaved.
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