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DUST & WEED

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I am dust under foot
You treat me worse than rubbish
Crush me like a weed.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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

1000 Voices Speak for Compassion : Bullying

Cyber and school Bullying

Cyber Bullying

So now you have it , you have exposed your soul.

Here it is laid bare

You have opened up your entire life, have a care.

Not everyone is as loving and caring as you.

Beware  of what unkind souls might do.

Once they get inside your head

They can check you out and manipulate anything you’ve said.

They can eat you up and plague you, spit you out and leave you dead.

OH! you must beware

They will strip you down and leave you bare.

They don’t know who you are

They don’t care, it is easier for them your mind to scar.

They will expose your secrets and sell your soul

Tell lies about you and expose your whole.

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WHY!

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 did 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 you 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  at all.

 

May it burn their  ears

It’s was always the same she got left out of their games.

Pushed around and ostracized, taunted with nasty names.

If she tried to ask for help they made a worse reprise.

Her tummy and her head always caused her pain,

Mum took her to the Drs, again and again.

So why did no one see the hurt, did no one see her tears

Somehow it all got missed through out the early years.

Puberty and another set of rules

she changed faster and looked different from them which made their tongues more  cruel.

She worked hard and kept her head down but that did her no good

They painted on her  coat “I AM THE SCHOOL CLOWN’. She just accepted that…well they knew she would.

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Always out on a limb always on her own

Surrounded by many but always left alone .

Every year she’d tell herself this one would be better every year

They found nastier and meaner ways to get at her.

In her room at home she’d sit and cut herself the blood felt good as it seeped away

That was pain she could control and she did so every day.

She cut her arms she cut her thighs and below her waist

Anywhere that didn’t show it all hurt less than the bullying she faced.

Home was no escape you see her mobile and the computer

Were just another way the bullies could get to her.

Such wicked lies and doctored images of her, she just could find no peace .

She blessed the days she got off sick for they were a release.

Rest-bite for a while until they came to visit and fooled her mum with a smile.

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Eventually all the cutting that she did could not compensate

For the messages, the gossip on face book the texts and all the hate.

She could not tell her teachers she could not tell her mum

There was no one else she could tell so what was to be done.

They took some pictures of her in the changing room.

They posted them on face book, beebo and myspace too.

She knew they were all laughing at her but  what was she to do.

Her mum was worried witless by the state of her lovely girl ,

She was pale and listless and hair fell out by the curl.

Even worse she suspected that she was cutting herself

She’d found a bloodied blouse dropped on the laundry shelf.

Determined she could sort this her mum went up to the school,

Everyone told her that her mum was such a fool.

_______________________

They found her Monday morning hanging in the hallway,

Some screamed some cried some where sick but not one of them had a nasty word to say.

So yes she had silenced them but at such a price

She paid so dearly for them to stop, she paid for their silence with her life.

The whole school attended  the funeral , flowers everywhere,

And photos of her, she was a very pretty girl, that made them stop and stare.

They had never really look at her, her tormentors and her piers.

I hope they learned the lesson and that her suicide note burns their ears.

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There is too much bullying too much weight on how you look ,

Well beauty is skin deep if you look into my book.

It isn’t only girls who get bullied and pushed around

There are just as many boys who have bullies screwing them around.

 

They.

They took my soul the took my heart

They took my  body and rent it apart.

They bound my hands and  my feet

Thet  threw  me naked unto the street.

 

They took my pain and showed it to all

They smeared my love against the wall

They pull my organs out one  by one

They stomped on my womb, they thought it  fun.

 

They rubbed  my excrement in my face

They poured my urine all over the place.

They laughed at  my anguish and agony

They ripped out  my eyes, still not finished with me.

 

They laughed at my  pleas  for rest

They cheered as they pulled my heart from my chest.

They fed my  bowels  to their dogs

They ate my lights as if they were hogs.

 

I asked them what was my crime

They hinted they’d tell me next time!

FanFoFeb : Silence!

2pm

And finally, thankfully the lights went out.

Silence no more abuse nothing left to shout.

Blessed relief, Oh! thank God no more pain

She tried to fight for life  but she slipped away all the same.

2.30pm

Slavering he swayed above  her body

Bitch,  he muttered, looking at  his hands, dirty and bloody.

Stepping over her he gave her side a  kick, it was then the baby started to cry

No, not again he screamed, shut up, shut up you little shit, die.

3pm

He’d picked the baby up  and smashed its’ head against  the floor

Swung the baby  round  shaking it, it stopped screaming  as it’s head met the door.

He left it lying there by her side … bloody  thing it would of been okay  if it had not cried

He went over to the table and drank from the bottle , unaware and uncaring that his wife and baby had died.

4pm

He is slumped across the table

Snoring , drunk to wake unable

What a greeting for a child from school

Mum and baby sister dead and bloodied, too cruel.

4.10pm

She was sick, she can’t  believe her eyes

Frozen to the spot  she cannot move however hard  she tries

The evil drunk spoiler of her miserable life

Tired she is of him, sick again she reaches for a knife.

4.30pm

She puts  the knife in his chest. No time to stop and think.

He hardly makes a move  anesthetized by the drink.

Her senses tell her what to do so she picks up the phone.

Ambulance please, Dad has hurt my  Mum, I have just got  home .

5pm

The Police came with the Ambulance  they had been there before.

They knew that this was bad as they stepped inside the door.

The girl in the corner dead baby in her arms  dry eyed and lost

Mother a mass of bruises she did her best, but at such an awful cost.

6pm

The man was D.O.A . The paramedics could do nothing for him

The girl was so distraught they had to prize the baby from her arms so thin.

Poor little soul was what the nurses had to say

Her Mum and Dad  and sister all of them snatched away.

8pm

The relatives room was quite  apart from the little girls sobs

The social workers said they hate these type of jobs.

What ever could they do to help a little soul

Too young to understand ,  withdrawn and swallowed whole.

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Just not good enough

It hurts his voice cuts through me and I bleed, bleed stress.

This can of worms is open again and I am up to my neck in mess.

Never never , you find ME doing that

I would do it right I would make sure.

He shouts and shouts of misjustice   so hard done by . I have heard it all before.

Slam bang crash self pity , how wonderful it must be always to be right

Always having the right answer,  and pointing it out with spite!

Don’t do it that way  you are doing it wrong, my  way is better than yours

On and on  wearing me down , I don’t even open my mouth now without  good cause.

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. 

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WHY!

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.

Lady in the blue dress.

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.

May it burn their ears

It’s was always the same she got left out of their games. Pushed around and ostracized, taunted with nasty names. If she tried to ask for help they made a worse reprise.

Her tummy and her head always caused her pain, mum took her to the Drs, again and again. So why did no one see the hurt did no one see her tears somehow it all got missed through out the early years.

Puberty and another set of rules she changed faster and looked different from them which made their tongues more  cruel.

She worked hard and kept her head down but that did her no good they painted on her  coat “I AM THE SCHOOL CLOWN’. She just accepted that…well they new she would.

google image

Always out on a limb always on her own surrounded by many but always left alone .

Every year she’d tell herself this one would be better every year they found nastier and meaner ways to get  her.

In her room at home she’d sit and cut herself the blood felt good as it seeped away that was pain she could control and she did so every day.

She cut her arms she cut her thighs and below her waist anywhere that didn’t show it all hurt less than the bullying she faced.

Home was no escape you see her mobile and the computer were just another way the bullies could get to her.Such wicked lies and doctored images of her, she just could find no peace . She blessed the days she got off sick for they were a release. Rest-bite for a while until they came to visit and fooled her mum with a smile.

google images

Eventually all the cutting that she did could not compensate for the messages, the gossip on face book the texts and all the hate.

She could not tell her teachers she could not tell her mum there was no one else she could tell so what was to be done.

They took some pictures of her in the changing room. They posted them on face book, beebo and myspace too. She knew they were all laughing at her but  what was she to do.

Her mum was worried witless by the state of her lovely girl , she was pale and listless and hair fell out by the curl. Even worse she suspected that she was cutting herself she’d found a bloodied blouse dropped on the laundry shelf.

Determined she could sort this her mum went up to the school , everyone told her that her mum was such a fool.

google images

They found her Monday morning hanging in the hallway, some screamed some cried some where sick but not one of them had a nasty word to say. So yes she had silenced them but at such a price  she paid so dearly for them to stop, she paid for their silence with her life.

The whole school attended  the funeral , flowers ever where, and photos of her, she was a very pretty girl, that made them stop and stare.

They had never really look at her, her tormentors and her piers. I hope they learned the lesson and that her suicide note burns their ears.

google images

There is too much bullying too much weight on how you look , well beauty is skin deep if you look into my book.

It isn’t only girls who get bullied and pushed around there are just as many boys who have bullies screwing them around.

It’s nothing less than abuse

I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, last year and posted it last september. It  is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I do know that it does not sound as horrific as some the other poems and situations that I have tackled  this  last week but it is abuse and both boys and girls suffer it .

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 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

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