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Don't Kill a "Mocking" Bird

Posted: 5/8/2012

She taunts me,
her pecking call
digging into my soul,
Hitchcock style.
But cage the rage
of my bully,
and set free
the sweet melodic,
independent tone
of my lifted wings.

By: Submitted by: Patricia A. Hawkenson Gr. 6 Language Arts Instructor

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Don't Kill a "Mocking" Bird


Posted: 1/18/2012

Walking through the halls all shaken and scared,
She covered her face thinking no one would stare,
Staring into her eyes,
I could feel the pain, the sorrow,
The feeling she felt as if she was nobody,
She had the look on her face as if she felt like vanishing,
Running as far away as she could,
Knowing that no one would notice because she held the name, Nobody,
Looking at her,
I cringed inside,
I wanted to cry,
Just knowing I was that girl before,
I knew how she felt,
And I was in her footstep,
Feeling like no one could help,
This wasn’t fair,
No one should ever have to go through life feeling like no one cares,
We should put bullying to a halt,
It’s not fair to hurt those people, who aren’t at fault,
I look back at that day in such amaze that I went through that horrific phase,
The threats,
The harassment,
The dreaded feeling of just wanting to be liked,
I remember that day of 6th grade when I was betrayed,
I was left for the other’s who took all my friends away,
Making it clear that no one wanted me to stay,
I was so depressed I just wanted to scamper away,
Surrounded by people I thought were my friends,
Until the bullying started and didn’t seem to end,
Those who once stood by my side,
Slowly but surely went by my way side,
How does this happen just out of the blue,
How could one person cause all this to do,
It’s scary to think that in just a quick flash,
Life as we know it can turn in a dash,
I went through it all day after day,
Until I learned to keep what I thought put away,
No more will I repeat what others say,
Now once and for all I stand tall and help others who are about to fall,
Together we can stand hand and hand,
Making a difference united we stand,
Standing up tall for what we believe,
Together we can all succeed.

By: Taylor

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A Poem for Those Who Think Bullying is Cool

Posted: 1/18/2012

This poem is for all of those who think bullying is cool and to let those being bullied know that those who bully often have their own weaknesses and pick on others to feel better about themselves.

Cyber bullying just give them a way to hide.

So all of you who are being bullied – remind yourself- these people are no better.

For those of you who are bullying – it could be cut it out – step up and step in and stop the bullying.

Cyber Bully

You hide behind your keyboard
    cowardly disguised
hateful words spewing forth
    with the distance it provides.

You prattle on feeling oh so brave
    while you shred another to bits
seeking to elevate yourself
    but you’re really not legit.

You prey upon their weakness
    yet you have your very own
come out from behind your keyboard
    stop texting with your phone.

Because the pain of another
    is nothing to laugh about
you’re not so brave, you’re not so cool
    when you’re hiding out.

By: Deb

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I Always Remember

Posted: 1/18/2012

i am a girl from Chicago Illinois but i live in a little town in Mexico when i first got here i was 6 years old since then i been bullied for many reasons:

1 - cause i was born out of marriage
2 - cause my mom is single
3 - cause my skin color is darker than everyones here
4 - cause of my body shape
5 - cause i am really tall
6 - cause i am from USA
7 - cause i wanna be an actress
8 - cause i like to write and share my thoughts
9 - cause i'll like to write a book some day
10 - cause i love to sing

They say that i should go back to where i come from,.

when they started with all that i broke and i'll cry for nothing all day. suicide was always an option in my mind, i din't killed my self cause i though my mother will break down cause she always said i am avery thing she has.

But there was some one that helped me, my best friend.
he is a man we practically grew up together so i love hem so much like a brother, he alway was there and  he started to make me trust and believe in my self.

right now i am in 9 th grade and i work part time in a bullying prevent house.

my best friend turned into my boyfriend and we work together in a bullying prevent campaign

and now i always remember:


By: Alexis

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Share My Story to Help Others

Posted: 1/18/2012

I wanted to share my story with younger teenagers to show them that they are not alone.

I was seven years old when I was first noticed as a suitable target. I was average height, blonde haired, brown eyed and adhered to the school uniform, the only thing different about me was that I was on my own since my best friend, Sophie, had moved away. It wasn't much at first, occasionally I would be ignored by other students and would play by myself between lessons but that was about it. I would sit at the back of the class and sink into my own world, giving my peers an excuse to laugh at me and call me names. I lost my connections with what little friends I had left and was outcast completely.

At that point, it was only names and ignorance. At that age, kids don't have any real sense of much else. When I got a little older, the abuse began to get worse.

By the time I was in year four I was almost afraid to go into school. I would be laughed at during lunchtime and ate in silence most days, occasionally "forgetting" my dinner so I didn't have to sit with people who would call me names and throw my food on the ground. I made a few friends that year, but they would only play with me when there was nobody to see and so I would still play in silence. The boys of the year would chase me with spiders and put them in the hood of my coat so they would crawl out onto my neck, and then laugh when I screamed.

Luckily, my relief came walking home from school as my mum used to come and meet me, and so nobody would try anything once the adults arrived. That of course was overcome quite quickly, as they then turned to insulting my parents behind my back and spreading rumours. Once my family found out they complained to the school, but hardly anything could be done to stop it as the teachers could never catch the students in the act. I started being followed home in year six when I could make the journey alone. My little brother had started school by this point as well and was warned by his friends to tell nobody we were related or else the same would happen to him. That year was when the violence began. People would push and trip me on the way home so I would fall and scrape my face and hands and knees on the pavement.

We complained to the school again that year, and I was told to make a list of everyone who bullied me. Unfortunately, the girls who were responsible offered to help and, oblivious, the teacher let them so I was unable to tell the truth. The fact I complained was enough to make the abuse worse and worse, and I learned to keep my mouth shut.

The violence worsened when I reached secondary school. I would have people goad me into retaliation, then when I turned I would have pieces of sharpened flint thrown at my face until I was on the floor, covered in blood and screaming. I was almost blinded once, and yet the other students just kicked me as they passed and went home. The girl I would walk home with would run and hide so that nobody could see she was with me, and then return when they had gone and take me to her house to get cleaned up before I got home. I was told that snitching would make the assaults worse, and so I stayed quiet and lied to cover their tracks.

A couple of years later I was subjected to a different kind of abuse. I had managed to secure a few friends and through one of them I met Jordan. He was a lovley guy, charming and sweet and made me feel wanted and safe. He would tell me that he could protect me from the people who hurt me, and for the first time in my life I felt loved. I was thirteen by this point, he was fifteen. We had been together a month before I went to his place, as he lived quite far away from myself, and thats when the change happened. He would try to undress me, and when I refused he would ask me if I loved him or not. He began to use me as a sex object, forcing me to touch him and perform indecent acts upon him. Its taken me five years to realise that he sexually abused me in horrifying ways and to tell anybody about it, as I was terrified of being called names and worsening the attacks.

I suffered with Jordan for five months before he left me. I found out that during our "relationship" he had cheated on me twice, both times making it seem like it was all my fault. I begged him not to leave but he became more and more annoyed and eventually abused me mentally and verbally, telling me that I would never be loved and that I deserved all the pain and more because I was a worthless little sl** who should go die.

I'm eighteen now. In five years I have gone from self harm, to attempted suicide. I have been cheated on and sexually abused again and now I live with underlying mental health problems which will be with me for my entire life. I cannot trust anyone, I have depression, social anxiety disorders, self hatred issues and often still believe I am worthless - but I am getting better. Its been two years since the last attack, the scars are healing and I have secured a group of friends and a boyfriend who loves me.

Bullying and abuse must be stopped before more young people are forced to a point where they want to take their own lives. I'm living proof that it only gets better once its stopped.

By: Lydia, from the UK

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My Story Of Being Bullied

Posted: 1/18/2012

First, I want to say I congratulate and admire all of you who have come forward in sharing your stories with all of us. Each unique story brings inspiration, hope and a reminds everyone else that they are not alone in their suffering.

I am 32 years old, but I was a victim of childhood bullying. It started in 6th grade, my first year of junior high school. I was made fun of for being too skinny, wearing clothes that weren't brand name, I was called ugly, told I smelled, had gross hair, everything. I was spit at, pushed into walls, jumped once, and had my belongings destroyed - someone cut my brand new raincoat to pieces for spite. I tried to smile through the pain and go on with my life but over time it took a serious toll on me. I began feeling sick and anxious at the thought of going to school. I lost interest in everything. I felt so ugly, worthless, hopeless, and sad. What should have been fun, happy years of my life, were tainted by vicious kids.

This bullying affected EVERYTHING. From doing poorly on my SAT's and not gaining admittance to college post high school, to paranoia-anxiety disorder, to poor relationship and friendship choices . . . the list goes on. I allowed myself to be their victim, I let them win.

At the age of 28 I took a stand for myself to fight back. After reflecting on my early 20's and taking stock of my choices in life, I realized that I was STILL allowing people to use me, abuse me, and take me for granted. Standing up for yourself does not mean being a bad, uncaring, unloving person. It means having enough dignity for yourself to know when to walk away. It takes a lot of courage to say enough is enough but I have. I became an animal rights activist, a church volunteer, I won the Miss Long Island Model 4x in a row, went on to being crowned Ms. East Coast USA Fitness Supreme Champion, was an honor roll student in college, and became a Fitness Competitor. Working out and dieting with discipline not only made me feel and look good but it gave me a goal to focus on and accomplish...ME

Today at 32, I still carry some of the scars within from the bullying, I'm not sure it'll ever go away but one thing I know for sure, I will NEVER "allow" myself to be a victim again! I wasted enough of my life.

On a side note, most of those kids that made fun of me?  They wound up in jail, miserable, or worse, dead from overdose.I guess I'm finally realizing maybe I wasn't the one with the problem. Anyone who feels the need to hurt someone in anyway obviously is projecting their misery onto you, either stemming from jealousy or just pure internal conflict. Whatever be the case, remember, YOU are NOT the one with the problem.

Be you, enjoy you, realize you have a reason you are alive, find your purpose and calling, be an inspiration and most of all, never be a victim again.

Fight back by being fabulous!!

Love, respect and best wishes to you all.

By: Jacklyn

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Do Not Give Up. I Didn't!

Posted: 1/10/2012

My poem reflects what can and does occur when bullying gets ignored and "our children" have lost hope.As parents, educators, counselors, and peers, when we see bullying - when we step up and step in - we ARE the voice of HOPE.

They Couldn't Stay

Someone took their life today
pain so deep
they couldn't stay.

Whispers echoed through the soul
all alone
no longer whole.

Did you look the other way
when you saw
hate on display?

Someone took their life today
pain so deep
they couldn't stay.
(DLC © 2012)

To all of you kids out there being bullied know that you are strong! Know that the best revenge is to shine! Don't give up! When you give up they all win, but really they are not winners. People who are winners do not put others down for any reason! Try and rise above the name calling and whispering. Seriously, tell someone who can help you and keep telling until someone listens. You deserve to be listened to and you deserved to be helped. Do not give up. I didn't!

By: Deb

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Just Like Any Other Small Town School

Posted: 1/10/2012

Well, my school is pretty much like any other small town school. Little drama here, major drama there. But bullies don't usually come around anymore. Me and my friends know how to handle them. even though we aren't the ones being bullied ever. We know that other people are being bullied and we know that other people need our help. We know what repruccussions happen from bullying. Like we haven't seen movies and all these suicide stories about being bullied. Well, my school has one bully who messes with everybody. He is always picking on someone and I just think people should teach him a major lesson. He made a girl cry this morning because he called her a "fat slob". She is one of the skinniest kids in the whole school. Some people get to the point of injuring themselves. The cut themselves and that's not something people schold result to because people don't know how to act. They should stop bullying. We should make it illegal. That is going to be my project this year. "Mae stands up against Bullying!"

By: Madison

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Each And Every One of Us Is Beautiful

Posted: 1/10/2012

Every day i look around the world and i see people being bullied and people getting into fights I have some of my friends tell me "this person is saying mean things about me online" and I just get tired of it. People make u fell horrible about yourself and tell u things that are not true just so they can bring u down and it's not okay. Sometimes I feel as if when people tease other people and make them feel less of themselves that it's outta jealousy and hate. What bullies post online about one another is senseless. what bullies don't realize when they post nasty comments about somebody's weight or apperience is that It lowers down a persons self image. i hate dealing with all this drama that somedays I just wanna give up and not show up to school. I hate having that Feeling everyday that it's almost like I'm afraid To do certain things because  i'm scared of what people may Think. i am a regular human being and no matter what I always tell myself and my friends that "each and every one of us are beautiful no matter what anyone says and to never let the fear of what people will think keep u from playing the game because you are you and no one can ever change that"

By: Alex

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Someone Is Willing To Listen

Posted: 1/10/2012

When you hear the word bullying you oftenthink of those stories when there's a group of kids picking on one lonely victim. Kids being mean. But in my story, it looks a whole lot different.

In my story I'm a nine year old girl in school. I have many friends that I love and having a great time with. Cause, you see, the person who is mean to me is not a child. She is a grown up. She's my grown up teacher.

The abuse started the second trimesterof third grade (when I first got her as my teacher) and continued on to sixth grade, it didn't really help telling a teacher. They didn't believe me, a little kid, why would they? I remember thinking that maybe I was exaggerating and that it was all in my head.
She could not have been bullying me because she wanted to be in control. Cause, let's face it, as an adult and as my teacher she sort of already was.

By the time I was ten and started fourth grade I was a mess inside. I was now eally depressed and struggled with that alone in secerecy. And also, I recall having suicidal thoughts. As the two following years of Primary School went on I was still struggling depression. I had started self harming as coping mechanism, but I'm not sure at exactly what age though. Now, looking back at seventh grade, I see that my relationship with food was gradually worsening. And without myself noticing at first, I had developed an eating disorder during seventh grade as another way of coping with my issues.

Now I am seventeen years old and studying music. I am in recovery of my EDNOS and self harm. I am at the time being diagnosed as bipolar and also getting help for that.

When Demi Lovato came out with her story last year she saved me, literally saved me. She showed me that you can recover and rise above whatever troubles lies upon you. And more importantly, that it is worth fighting for. Now that I have been saved, I want to save those who are suffering right now. Demi saved me with her story and now I can maybe save someone with mine.

Bullying can cause so many problems. It is NEVER okay. So for anyone that is being bullied right now or has been bullied. It is not your fault! If you are hurting it's not all in your head and you're not exaggerating. You have the right to be happy just as anybody else. And if you are dealing with any of the problems I was, please speak up and get help. Don't be afraid, there is always someone that is willing to listen!

By: Isabella

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