Posted in Coping Mechanisms, Poems, Revenge, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | 4 Comments »
What shall I do about Carla McFee?
The girl is truly getting to me.
All her mocking and taunting.
To face her is daunting.
Tormenting me gives her such glee
At night in my bed,
You know what I do?
I imagine her dead,
And suffering too.
I inflict on her torture.
She’s tied to a stake.
The flames singe and scorch her.
Her insides, they bake.
Or [...]
Posted in Empathy, Poems, Retaliatory Violence & Suicide, Types of Bullying on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
[first draft, needs work]
In the middle of the hall stands Big Bruce Halliday.
Looking very handsome as he swaggers to and fro.
Teachers all admire his charming personality.
They don’t see he’s putting on a show.
But it’s after school he wields his cool authority.
Intimidating, threatening until he gets his way.
That’s how Bruce maintains superiority.
Not a sole would dare [...]
Posted in Coping Mechanisms, Inter-racial bullying, Intervening, Poems, Prejudice on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
I sit here in the lunchroom,
And chomp my ham and cheese.
I smell the scent of mushroom.
The gang begins to tease.
“Your spring rolls have sprung.
Your bean curd’s a turd.
Your dumplings are dung.
And you’re such a nerd.”
Her name is Ming Ma Wong.
She’s eating egg drop soup.
Her eyes look sadly woe begone.
Her shoulders start to droop.
I catch a [...]
Posted in Fear, Poems, Power, Types of Bullying on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Fist punch.
Foot crunch.
Hand hit.
Mouth spit.
Eye swells.
Can’t see.
Please,
Please,
Let me be.
Rips my homework.
Steals my money.
Grabs my lunch.
Thinks it’s funny.
I won’t tell, I swear I won’t.
Please don’t do that. I said “Don’t!”
Sticks and stones may break my bones …
Sissy
Prissy
Four-eyes
Geek
Fatso
Schizo
Nerdy
Freak
… but names can really hurt.
Through the doors.
Up the stairs.
Face is bloody.
No one cares.
In the washroom.
Clean up the mess.
I’ll be [...]
Posted in Indications of Bullying, Poems, Tattling versus Telling, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Monday his homework was torn into shreds.
Tuesday it took him an hour to come home.
And he said:
I found another route.
Wednesday his jacket was ripped and maimed.
Thursday he needed a very big snack.
And he claimed:
I lost my lunch money.
Friday he limped and had blood on his knee.
Saturday he wouldn’t answer the phone.
He told me:
I want to [...]
Posted in Cliques, Poems, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
It used to be I’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’s sore.”
I blow my nose and cough [...]
Posted in Cliques, Poems on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Join my gang and you will see,
We’ll have such fun, I guarantee.
See that nerd, the one who’s shy?
I bet that we can make him cry.
He deserves it.
I don’t care.
The kid’s a jerk.
He’s not all there.
Over there is Marylou.
I tell you what we’re gonna do.
Start a rumor, let it spread.
I bet her face will turn beet [...]
Posted in Coping Mechanisms, Poems, Power on March 11, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Today they called me stupid
They said I had no brain.
They sneered at me.
They jeered at me.
And stared with such disdain.But…
I lie in bed tonight.
As happy as a clam.
Because you see,
Or do you see?
I know just who I am.
Tonight I am a dragon-slayer,
The greatest anywhere.
I hunt the beast.
I find the beast,
Asleep within its lair.
I charge it [...]
Posted in Friendship, Intervening, Jealousy, Poems on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
My friend Patricia’s a fabulous girl.
Her hair is gold with a bit of a curl.
She smiles like an angel and sings like a bird.
The likes of Patricia have never been heard.
She has such a talent for singing a song.
Her voice is so clear, and so sweet, and so strong.
There isn’t a doubt; she is terribly [...]
Posted in Joking versus Teasing, Poems on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Look, I was only teasing.
C’mon, it’s all in fun.
You got no sense of humor?
Aren’t we the touchy one!
But I don’t find it funny.
I guess I missed the joke.
Thought if I say that outright,
They’ll laugh until they croak.
Hey! Can’t you take a joke, kid?
Are jokes supposed to hurt?
I fail to see the humor.
You called me “stupid [...]
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