Just Jot it January: Day 12

Today is day 12 of #jusjojan and today’s Prompt is : Aggravate. Kindly brought to us by Fandango. Please visit Fadango’s page

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 Aggravate

Keep a low profile

Do as he wants that’ll be great

If he looses his temper he will be vile

Don’t rock the boat don’t aggravate.
Not that dress he doesn’t like red

Hurry up he just won’t wait

Put your hair up that’s  what he said

Don’t rock the boat don’t aggravate.
Don’t raise your voice 

The results too bad to contemplate

Don’t argue there is no choice

Don’t rock the boat don’t aggravate.
It’s a scab you just must not pick

It all your fault, trouble you create.

You know he can be such a dick

Don’t make a fuss don’t aggravate.

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Day 12 NaPoWriMo WHY

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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. 

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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.

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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.

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