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Danny’s Team

Posted: 5/6/2014

Danny, a first-grader from Massachusetts, is used to getting bullied. But the fifth grade football team, who knows Danny as their water boy, decided that he shouldn’t have to suffer. Watch what happens when 45 fifth grade students let Danny know that he’s part of their team, that he’s loved, and that they’ve got his back.

By: Anonymous

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You Can Stop The Bullying

Posted: 5/1/2014

Warning: This video does address the issue of suicidal ideation. Before showing in a classroom, please take into consideration if the content is appropriate for your audience.

By: Directed by Sabyn Mayfield and produced by StayFly Productions and Marca-Relli Productions

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No Giving Up

Posted: 5/1/2014

No Giving Up

By: Doremi Fly

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Who I Am

Posted: 4/29/2014

I love my family very much but as you can imagine telling them I was gay was something they had not experienced or understood especially, as we all lived in the suburbs in a sheltered life. So I tried to fit in and hide but I suddenly had a meltdown and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle the ignorance I was surrounded by in my daily life. One morning I heard a voice inside me say, “Get out of your bed. I made you perfect just the way you are. There is nothing wrong with you.” And so I had an awakening that morning. I realized I am trying to change according to what people and society expectations are. BUT what if they are all wrong? What if I can change the world with my view?

I thought about all the things people said, from school, from home, from friends who ended up not being my true friends. And the first line I wrote down was, “I’m sick of being someone else for you and I’m so sick of holding back.” Why should I hold back or be someone I’m not to fit in? I don’t need anyone’s permission. Not the kids at school or the friends or family because on my own I can stand. I will only find happiness when I am proud of me and who I am! That is the story. I have finally found that happiness within myself whether the world agrees or not, and I am proud of who I am.

This song allowed me to cry out everything I had stuffed inside my chest and locked away. I cried and cried as I wrote it. The reason I wrote it was so I can not only heal but so I could also touch other people who are going through the same thing as me. And help them HEAL as well. Anyone who has felt unworthy or unloved…this is our song to take that back!

By: Ray Isaac

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Myself

Posted: 4/25/2014

Do I define myself?
Or does society?
Shall I believe the hate?
Shall I let out the tears that make a painful pool inside my mind or will society tell me to “Get over it”.
Shall I fight back to let the anger out that builds up inside my soul or will society call me a B* tch.
Shall I wear makeup to cover up the flaws that make me look in the mirror and see a monster or will society call me fake.
Shall I eat to fill the hole inside my heart or will society call me fat.
Shall I choose to love myself for who I am and not for whom I desire to be or will society call me self-absorbed.
For now society wins this on going battle.
I only hold dark thoughts that slip me into a hate induced coma.
Sure, I have my good moments, but the stress and hate and thirst for society’s acceptance eat me alive.
Because of society.
Because of the way you make me feel.
Because of you.

I hate myself.

By: Bella

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You’re Not Alone

Posted: 4/1/2014

Ever since I was young, I have traveled the world with my family. Because of this, I have been exposed to cultures of all kinds and have gained a great respect for diversity. I suppose I took for granted the people around me that accepted me for who I was.

Shortly after returning to America, I received a scholarship to a rather prestigious school. It was also infamous for its outrageous pricing, which successfully weeded out many of the "lower class" students. For the first school year that I attended, I was in paradise. As an aspiring author, I found my niche spending hours in the vast school library, exploring every page of each book I could get my hands on. The next year, however, trouble began to brew.

When the parents heard that I had gotten into the school by way of scholarship due to merit, many were infuriated. This derogatory attitude toward me didn't not stop with the parents. It spread like a disease into the minds of my peers. Suddenly, I was an outcast. A wretched creature like a weed among roses. Yet, being only on 6th grade, I didn't know what I was doing wrong. Passing by in the halls, people would call out "Rat." In the locker rooms, angry tongues would lash out at me. "Hood."

"Dirt"

"Low-brow"

"Trash"

Somehow, I made it through the first semester, managing to keep my chin up. Little did I know that disaster was coming. Like a hurricane, it would sweep up my entire world and dash it against the ground in a whirlwind of tears, rubble, and eventually blood. When spring rolled around that year, I signed up for the school play. A few weeks before the production, some of the girls in my class came to me. "If you cut your hair, you can be one of us. You have to change to be one of us." Excitedly, I pledged to do whatever they wished for acceptance. I would do whatever they asked because I craved the attention that only my peers could give. I needed approval.

"Cut your hair"

So I did. Chop, chop, chop... It all fell away.

I gave my identity to them that day. Of that, I am truly ashamed.

To make matters worse, they lied to me.

Instead of taking me under their wing like the flightless bird I had become, they shoved me from the nest.

(Really) long story (not very) short, I lost my scholarship due to my parents' divorce. So, the next school year, I was moved across the street to another school. At first I was excited, as the school had a reputation for having a vast majority of minorities. This meant that I could finally fit in. At last, I could slip into a crowd of diversity.

Only, it didn't. Those kids couldn't get past the fact that I came from the "Rich white school.” As if to put me in my place, the eighth graders decided to make an example of me. The hit me, shoved me, choked me. The injuries they inflicted, the cruel punishments they attempted could take up a novel, so I will spare all the details.

Between the chaos continue to rage on at the home-front, and my hellish life at school, things were not looking bright. An eighth grader was eventually expelled for pinning me down on the hallway linoleum, spitting in my face, and beating me senseless. After the boy's removal, things got worse. I learned the definition of sexual harassment. I was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety symptoms. Though I still struggle with them today, I remind myself that I can take this opportunity to be a beacon of hope to others.

I tell this story not because I want pity, but because I want people to know that they are not alone in their pain. Bullying takes so many different forms, but it is all destructive and painful. People are afraid to seek help, as I was. Many even give up on life itself. I want the world to know that no one is stronger than a survivor.

There are many of us out there -- Simply waiting for the right time and place in which to spread our story.

By: Anonymous

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We are the Change

Posted: 3/28/2014

There she sits
In hollowing silence
Void of emotions
Numb

Every insult thrown at her
Every cry for help ignored
Every day ending with a prayer to die
She exists

It seemed so innocent, simply jesting
Those snide remarks you and your friends would utter
Not knowing that they hit so deep you could feel the impact

Every day was a battle
A struggle for acceptance
What had come so easily and naturally for you
Was robbing the very soul right out of her

Countless people brainwashing her into thinking she was not important
That the world would be a better place without her
That no one would notice that she was gone
But you can't see this
All you see is a girl
Overweight
Ugly
Perhaps not fitting into your socially accepted norm

She is forgettable
She is insignificant
She is a nobody

You can spend a lifetime tearing people down
Ripping them apart to make yourself feel better
To get that fleeting sense of superiority

Just as simple as it is to bully someone
It is that easy to raise them up
To remind them that their life does matter
All it takes is one word
One smile
One love

Where are the days where we were considerate
Where we were empathetic
Where we thought not only about ourselves
It's time to take it back
It's time to respect each other
It's time to stop being so petty
Let's turn our slander into praises
Our judging into loving
Our belittling into uplifting

It's time and we're capable
It's time and we're ready
It's time and we're in this together
It's time to stop the bullying
It's time to bring back the lives of our youth

By: Lisa

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The Things You Don’t Know

Posted: 3/28/2014

Isn’t it weird how just one word makes you hurt?
Isn’t it peculiar how just one word makes you feel like dirt?
Ugly, worthless, loser, these are the things they overhear
You are what they have come to fear

They hear you in the hallway and all they hear is trash
All you want to do is turn them into ash
Every morning they wake up with grief
Every day you take their happiness away like a thief

They pretend to smile, hoping it’s going to be alright
They hold themselves up with all their might
Don’t you ever wonder how they feel?
Your appalling words hurt like a toxic blade made of steel

You think you have power, yet they are stronger than you
You may never know the sadness they’ve been through,
All they ever wanted was a simple friend
Someone who would stand up for them and defend

You don’t know what they’ve attempted to do
You and your friends say it’s not true
With your mind you gave a deep wound that will never heal
Truth is, you may never know how that feels

You’ve dug so deep into their skin; their life hangs by a thread
What I want to know is when you are going to get this in your head
You’re the weak one; you’re the one to blame
For all the times they wished they had a different name

You think you’re so smart
Even though you destroyed their heart
It makes me sad to know someone can be so hurtful
The things they feel I’m sure are painful

We need to join together and fight forever
So we can make our generation feel better
On this day ask yourself
Can we change our hurtful ways for the benefit of ourselves

By: Cameron

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Use Your Words for Good

Posted: 3/20/2014

i am a 14 year old girl who is 100% against bullying. I was bullied my whole life. I never had a friend. It started in 4th grade when i was walking down the hallway and they called me a pig. They told me i looked like one too. Then in 5th grade, my mother made me wear skirts to school and everyone else wore pants. People looked at me as i walked down the hallway with disgust on their face. I would hear little laughs as i walked past them. I never knew what was happening to me until 6th grade. I didn't look like the other girls and i wasn't the skinniest either. My classmates would take votes on if they wanted me there or not. They would send me mean notes during class. At lunch i sat down at a table with them and they all got up and went to the other table behind them. When i went over to that table they all got up again and moved back to the table there were just at. I ate lunch alone that day. My classmates wouldn't even let me use the restroom at school because they told me i didn't look like a girl. I had to wait till i got home everyday just to use the bathroom. At the end of the school year, two girls wrote me note, i threw it away but they dug it out of the trashcan and read it ti me out loud, in front of everyone. The note said that i would be better off dead and nobody likes me. After they read it they asked me if i believed them when they said that nobody liked me. I didn't say anything back. They went around the whole entire school asking everybody if they were my friend. When everyone said no, they came back and said " See nobody does like you." and walked into the classroom. That day was the first day i cried at school. The end of 6th grade, i walked out of there with no self confidence what so ever. They had taken everything away from me. But even today, i am in 9th grade and i am too scared to go out to eat because i am afraid that someone will say something to me. I became afraid of the world, of society and that hasn't changed since. I want people to know how much pain you can cause someone just by a single word. I hope no one gets treated less than they deserve. Nobody deserves to be an outcast. Everyone deserves to be loved and i hope one day that happens. My dream is to make a difference in the world. To show people love and happiness. I had to survive and i was only a child.

I want to make a difference in this world. Nothing would give me more happiness. I want to show people how to use their words for good. Just smiling at someone could save a persons life. But i will do more than smile. i am going to use my words for good so that nobody has to feel the way i feel. So that nobody has to feel that type of pain. That's my dream.

By: Megan

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A Bad Dream That You Can’t Escape

Posted: 3/13/2014

High school students Meghan and Mikayla know firsthand the effects bullying can have. When one of them was cyberbullied, they had to work together to heal from the experience and find a way to help others. As part of a school project, the friends decided to create a video about cyberbullying to spread awareness. Meghan writes, “The video was essentially to represent the scarring (represented by the marker) and the effects of how bullying affects someone’s everyday life. How it is basically a bad dream that you can’t escape.”

By: Meghan and Mikayla

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