
Sneak peek: Bullying - Words Can Kill
September 8, 2011 10:16 AM
Bullying is everyone's problem. The stakes couldn't be higher. A "48 Hours" special on bullying in the digital age Friday, Sept. 16 at 8/7c.
Special section: Bullying: Words Can Kill
September 8, 2011 10:16 AM
Bullying is everyone's problem. The stakes couldn't be higher. A "48 Hours" special on bullying in the digital age Friday, Sept. 16 at 8/7c.
Special section: Bullying: Words Can Kill
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See all 53 CommentsBRIDGE
I hear your voices taunting me, as I walk down the hall.
I feel your eyes glaring at me, wishing that I would fall.
Why have you chosen to pick on me?
What have I done to you?
I can't help you don't like me.
There's nothing I can do.
BRIDGE
I was born this way,, I can't help it.
But, bullying is a choice.
It's hard enough just being me
Then having to find my own voice.
I'm sorry to say I'm not like that.
I don't want to get in a fight.
When I go home I'm still bullied.
On all of those social sites.
BRIDGE
I just can't get away from it.
No matter what I am wronged.
Nobody knows the pain I'm in.
I think I'll end it all.
BRIDGE
Sad and dark I know, but this is what kids are feeling and if I can get just one copy of, "Words Hit Hard as a Fist," into every Middle and High School Library perhaps I can save some lives? I am going to find a singer to add a bridge and some music to this poem. The bridge would talk about the great people in our lives who changed our world for the better. "If Steve Jobs would have died young, no apple computer. If Oprah Winfrey would have died young, no empowerment talk show." Something about the quality of life that we each have to offer and how we are each a part of the puzzle.
Don't blame me - she made me cast the first stone!
PEACE SAVES
www.peace-passion.org
Join the revolution!
It takes so much more energy to be a bully, peace is the way to go! PEACE-PASS IT ON.org
TAKE THE ROAD OF FUTURE TRAVEL- PEACE
The wings, the bathrooms, the playgrounds, the lunchroom, the temporarily vacant classrooms, and any place uninhabited by the bully kids were my safe havens. This I had learned many times before. It seemed the bully's felt empowered, above the rules, impervious to school rules and social protocols. The bulling kids seemed to all have teachers as good friends that knew their parents, so these bully's would shine on the teachers, get their pat on the head or shoulder and it worked.
I knew where I should be to be in order to avoid seeing or being seen by the bullies. I knew the best time, for me, to leave school to avoid a bully or the gang of bullies; often five or more. These bully's who would hide, or be throwing a football or Frisbee but in truth they were in wait giddy to extract their pains from any student(s) too foolish to realize they were an interloper and a new kid to humiliate, a new thing to draw a little a little blood, or fatten a lip, or blacken an eye.
Don't these bullies have to go straight home like me? No they never did have any urgency, no place to get home to, no mom to check in with, no one who cared that they were going to be beaten up walking home from school. Their bravery was of a more territorial thing and they roamed the perimeter of the schools like hyenas looking for a young or injured prey to taunt or kill for some satisfaction that I still have never understood. These kids are the children of the corn; they really are socially ignorant and absolutely cruel and showed no remorse or caring. If you didn't fight back, these animals soon tired of hitting me and my big new winter coat I dare not take off. The coat, you see, blocked the kicks and fists from hurting to bone. Once they were bored they would laugh and walk away, scattering my books and high fiving each other as they walked away. I was glad they walked away and as I arose I looked around and saw 10 - 15 students and several adults across the school grounds that had seen what happened. Now it was over and I did not want them to come and see who I was or my busted lips, bleeding nose, or my blackening eyes.
Tomorrow these bullies would be at the classroom door checking out their handiwork and laughing as they jeered while showing the classmates the damages inflicted upon the new kid. I often thought to myself; don't other kids have parents, don't these kids care, don't these kids understand that I am not their problem nor I am I there for their amusement. I also thought about one thing I always knew, I could win, I could beat them, I could hurt them, I was more scared for what I knew I could do to them. I was that mad, that discouraged and that enraged. It was over and God help the next bully who messed with me and my younger brothers and sister. I was the oldest in my family and they were not going through this same craziness or were they. Did they have these same problems as I did? Wow, that is too much to think about! My best weapon would be the mere fact that these bullies didn't know what I was capable of. In a reflective thought I considered, did I know what they were capable of. Then I got my answer, they were not capable of the same rage as I. They wanted a show and I wanted freedom from personal oppression and I would do what it takes. Would they? No! Didn't they know that I was, in my mind figuring out how to help myself because as I had learned so many times before. No one was coming to save me. It was time to change; time to step up and I knew it would not be pretty. But, at that one moment I knew this was it, this daily terror was going to be their last time... and I will learn how to stop this, I will find a way, I will talk to someone, I will read a book, I will learn to fight, I will learn to stop this senseless-ness madness so many students endure each day, with apparently no obvious end in sight. I knew I would have to learn to win, but how?
Note: I did learn to stop the bully's then and it was amazing how I turned it all around for me and my classmates. From the time I was eight and for the rest of my ongoing life, which I am living and living well, I did learn one thing, the bully's are always there and always looking for some way to assert their social flaws on society. We need to teach our children, adolescents, and growing adults that the wolves never leave so we, you and I must teach them how to stay prepared....
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