I Am...

April 10, 2013

I am black, white, yellow, and brown. I am tall, skinny, short, and round. I am a follower of one god and many, I am an atheist from the 21st century. I am from Antarctica, Australia, Eurasia, North America, South America, and Africa. I am an alien from one of Saturn’s moons, Rhea. I am able to speak a million languages, I am a victim of multiple disadvantages. I am brown-eyed, blue-eyed, green-eyed, black-eyed, and grey-eyed. I am incapable of vision and yet I have pride. I am continuously called names by the envious and ignorant. I am harassed only because I am different. I am human being as you are, too. We are not very different, me and you. If only you had given me a chance, I would not be here planning my own death dance.

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afrindican618Apr 10, 2013

Bullying has been a problem many have had to face from one generation to the next. In elementary school, I befriended a girl (whose name I wish not to disclose) that was continuously bullied due to her weight. Although witnessing the way people treated her happened seven years ago, I wake up every morning thinking about how she may be doing and how bad I felt that I couldn’t do much to help her. The elementary children would throw worms at her during the rainy season and she would try to use her black slimy umbrella as a temporary shield for her body. Tears would roll down her freckles and she would run to the restroom during lunch crying the whole time. I have created this poem for her, as well as everyone else who gets bullied.

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