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		<title>My Mom and Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 23:37:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Harold Jarche</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It used to be I&#8217;d hop out of bed,
So eager to start my day.
But times have changed. I ask my mom,
“Can I stay home from school today?”
I find a lot of grounds,
To justify my stance.
I plead, I beg, I frown,
I do a little dance.
“My ears, they ache. My tummy&#8217;s sore.”
I blow my nose and cough [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bullypoems.wordpress.com&blog=3130032&post=8&subd=bullypoems&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>It used to be I&#8217;d hop out of bed,<br />
So eager to start my day.<br />
But times have changed. I ask my mom,<br />
“Can I stay home from school today?”</p>
<p>I find a lot of grounds,<br />
To justify my stance.<br />
I plead, I beg, I frown,<br />
I do a little dance.</p>
<p>“My ears, they ache. My tummy&#8217;s sore.”<br />
I blow my nose and cough some more.<br />
“What are these spots upon my chest?”<br />
I wheeze. I sneeze. I do my best.</p>
<p>My Mom sits down beside my bed.<br />
“You are not sick.” I turn bright red.<br />
I know she hates it when I lie.<br />
She&#8217;d understand if she knew why.</p>
<p>So should I tell her of my woes?<br />
And will it change things if she knows?<br />
I fear she&#8217;ll only make things worse.<br />
If I don&#8217;t tell her, I think I&#8217;ll burst.</p>
<p>And so I tell her of the clique.<br />
The girls who say that I&#8217;m a “geek”.<br />
I tell of giggles,<br />
The whispers,<br />
The rumors.<br />
I talk of their spite,<br />
They cruel sense of humor.</p>
<p>And &#8230;</p>
<p>It feels so good to vent.<br />
Although it&#8217;s so private.<br />
I talk and talk.<br />
My Mom&#8217;s very quiet.</p>
<p>She says to me gently,<br />
“I&#8217;m terribly sorry.”<br />
We hug and we cry.<br />
We go over my story.</p>
<p>Together we look at the things we can do.<br />
I&#8217;m no longer alone; we have a plan too.<br />
I think I can face being teased and harassed.<br />
With Mom on my side, my power is vast</p>
<p><em>by Andrea Wilson </em></p>
<p><strong>Topics for Discussion:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>The narrator doesn&#8217;t want to go to school because she will encounter the clique. What other effects could the experience of being bullied have on a person?</li>
<li>Why is it so important to tell a trusted adult about being bullied?</li>
<li>What is social or relational bullying? How does a clique ostracize a child?</li>
<li>What are some helpful thing adults can do. How can they “make things worse”?</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>Classroom Activities:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>In small groups, come up with a “plan” to help the narrator.</li>
<li>Turn the poem into a song.</li>
<li>Continue the poem by repeating “It used to be &#8230;” and “But times have changed &#8230;” as they are used in the first stanza. This time use them to demonstrate what she has learned.
<ul>
<li>For example:<br />
It used to be I&#8217;d shake with fear,<br />
Whenever they&#8217;d come my way.<br />
But times have changed; when they come near,<br />
I simply walk away.</li>
</ul>
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		<title>My Gang</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 23:34:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Harold Jarche</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Join my gang and you will see,
We&#8217;ll have such fun, I guarantee.
See that nerd, the one who&#8217;s shy?
I bet that we can make him cry.
He deserves it.
I don&#8217;t care.
The kid&#8217;s a jerk.
He&#8217;s not all there.
Over there is Marylou.
I tell you what we&#8217;re gonna do.
Start a rumor, let it spread.
I bet her face will turn beet [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bullypoems.wordpress.com&blog=3130032&post=7&subd=bullypoems&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Join my gang and you will see,<br />
We&#8217;ll have such fun, I guarantee.<br />
See that nerd, the one who&#8217;s shy?<br />
I bet that we can make him cry.</p>
<p>He deserves it.<br />
I don&#8217;t care.<br />
The kid&#8217;s a jerk.<br />
He&#8217;s not all there.</p>
<p>Over there is Marylou.<br />
I tell you what we&#8217;re gonna do.<br />
Start a rumor, let it spread.<br />
I bet her face will turn beet red.</p>
<p>She&#8217;s upset?<br />
That&#8217;s just too bad.<br />
The girl&#8217;s a wimp,<br />
So don&#8217;t get sad.</p>
<p>And now let&#8217;s have some fun with Kit.<br />
I&#8217;ll whisper “Kit”, then laugh at it.<br />
She, who thinks she&#8217;s one of us,<br />
She&#8217;ll look all hurt and make a fuss.</p>
<p>My, oh my!<br />
The girl is nuts.<br />
She peed her pants<br />
And puked her guts!</p>
<p>Me, mean?</p>
<p>I am stronger than the rest.<br />
Smarter, braver. I&#8217;m the best.<br />
I don&#8217;t owe them. They owe me.<br />
They had it coming, don&#8217;t you see?</p>
<p>Join my gang,<br />
And you will be,<br />
Protected, safe.<br />
&#8216;Cause you&#8217;re with me.</p>
<p><em>by Andrea Wilson </em></p>
<p><strong>Topics for discussion:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li> The bully is exerting pressure to have the reader join his/her clique. What advantages are there in joining a clique?</li>
<li>Disadvantages? Would you join? What would happen if you decline?</li>
<li>It is often hard to resist peer pressure. How do you judge when to “go along” with the gang and when not to?</li>
<li>How do bullies feel about themselves? What arguments does the bully in the poem use to justify his behavior?</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>Classroom Activities:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>Read the poem like a chant, adding a background drumbeat.</li>
<li>Pretend you are the bully&#8217;s psychologist and that you have discovered what circumstances contributed to making the bully behave so unkindly. Write down your “professional” opinion. How can you help him/her?</li>
<li>In small groups, practice answering the bully. Come to a consensus on the best response.</li>
</ul>
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		<title>Belinda Bates</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:12:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Harold Jarche</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Belinda Bates is a bully
A bossy, belligerent bully.
Though a beauty and bright,
She&#8217;s so full of spite,
But adults don&#8217;t know she&#8217;s a bully
“On please let me help, Miss O&#8217; Neal”
“What a lovely tie, Mister Beal.”
She&#8217;s as sweet as canned spinach,
A fake to the finish,
Yet grown-ups are sure she&#8217;s for real.
But &#8230;
If they&#8217;d walk out on the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bullypoems.wordpress.com&blog=3130032&post=1&subd=bullypoems&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Belinda Bates is a bully<br />
A bossy, belligerent bully.<br />
Though a beauty and bright,<br />
She&#8217;s so full of spite,<br />
But adults don&#8217;t know she&#8217;s a bully</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">“On please let me help, Miss O&#8217; Neal”<br />
“What a lovely tie, Mister Beal.”<br />
She&#8217;s as sweet as canned spinach,<br />
A fake to the finish,<br />
Yet grown-ups are sure she&#8217;s for real.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">But &#8230;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">If they&#8217;d walk out on the playground<br />
On any given day,<br />
They&#8217;d see Miss Bates in action,<br />
And much to their dismay,<br />
They&#8217;d see &#8230;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">A shy girl is shunned and she&#8217;s teased,<br />
Her brother is kicked in the knees,<br />
Another called “Fatso”<br />
Her clique?<br />
They all laughed so.<br />
Such pain she inflicts with great ease.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">But &#8230;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">I can see it happen.<br />
And I know it isn&#8217;t right.<br />
I can tell a teacher,<br />
And refuse to watch a fight.<br />
I can help the shy girl.<br />
Lift her brother to her feet.<br />
Call Fatso by his real name,<br />
and refuse to join the clique.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">I can even be nice to Belinda,<br />
For I&#8217;m sure there is something wrong.<br />
I think she is really unhappy.<br />
Let&#8217;s see if we can&#8217;t get along.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><em>by Andrea Wilson </em></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><strong>Topics for discussion:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Why are adults often not aware of 	a bully&#8217;s  behavior and how does a bully manage to pass undetected?</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Describe different types of 	bullying: physical, verbal, relational or social. How do they 	manifest themselves?</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">What are cliques? When do cliques 	become a problem?</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">What roles can an onlooker play?</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">When should you intervene and how?</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">What might be the underlying 	causes of bullying behavior</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">What is empathy?</p>
</li>
</ul>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><strong>Classroom activities:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Using the first stanza as an 	example, practice using alliteration to write a stanza about 	bullying.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Using the phrase “She&#8217;s as sweet 	as canned spinach” as an example, write examples of similes to 	describe bullies.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Explore empathy by finding 	possible explanations (not justifications) for Belinda&#8217;s behavior.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Try methods of intervening by 	role-playing.</p>
</li>
</ul>
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