Blake
Age 11
Pennsylvania
Do you remember,
when I cried?
I fell at my knees,
waiting to die.
I looked at him in the eye,
When I saw him punch me,
I wondered why?
When I decided to tell you,
you started to cry.
Wondering what I would do,
the next day of school when I walked with you.
He is like a fire stopping thousands and thousands of lives,
causing people to die.
When I walked to school,
he had to pay.
Thinking about my worries,
all day.
Looking at him face to face,
Trying to beat him in the mental race.
Talking to him,
clenching my fist.
Waiting for victory,
at my risk.
What would happen when I use my strongest muscle?
Preparing for a mental rumble.
Acting genial,
watching him respond.
Staring at him,
thinking beyond.
All the tears were wiped away,
knowing God will get him anyway.
Wanting to fight,
was not right,
so I became bright,
walking away with great delight.
Knowing that I did something right.
Thinking alright,
hold on tight.
Life isn’t fair,
there will be people like that everywhere.
Don’t stop trying,
And remember where there is God,
walk away and nod.
God is my weapon,
straight from heaven.
That is something a bully cannot take,
even with all their hate.
Reflections of my early school days.
Dear Children,
Always tell your family when you are getting bullied/teased. I should have when I was younger. Your family can help you. If you don’t tell your family, the bullying will continue, and you will fall into Great Depression like I did. Don’t be scared of the bully, the bully knows when you are scared. Don’t give the bully joy, by being his victim. I dream an America where nobody is bullied because of their intelligence, race, gender, disability or religion.
