stoptheviolence
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Baby boy, I can’t even contemplate what you’re going
through, and when you go out those doors I always
worry about you, but hey, I know I raised you with
morals and values...
THE STORM IS COMINGLISTEN TO THE QUIET,THE STORM IS ABOUT TO COMELOOKING OUT THE WINDOW UP INTO THE SKYTHE DARKNESS HYPNOTIZES ME, WHILE WONDERINGWHY THE CLOUDS ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND LET OUT AHORRIFYING CRY.THE WIND BLOWING HARD, THE STREET SEEMS
All summer 17 like we living in hell.Bodies after bodies either dead or in jail.Hashtag after hashtag LONG LIVE OR RIP. but it seems we only living for a repeat.Same situation different person,
The hot sun is constantly shining, creating burns worse than fire
Always being put to work, we were more than tired
Whips tearing the skin from backs
We are all born to sin
we all do
by age ten
we done lied and even stolen too
by age fifteen
for most kids
have seen things that weren't meant
to be seen
and those sights cannot be rid
Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping that life will spare me today.
So impatient, anticipating the change of atmosphere, but there is none.
Negativity surrounds me; four concrete walls of hostility slowly closing in.
Restless and weary I make my way.
Only to sit for hours on end hearing the same nothings
You see the discrimination.You see all the hurting eyes and the crying faces.You just stand there as they suffer. And I, a third party, am just as guilty. Insults sting like gunshots to the legs,and she takes the blows. Words hold no power.The gun
Life, life goes on. It goes on. A bus full of light, and im not on board. It continues to march forward in an illuminescant path, but i cant seem to find my way. Am i trapped or am i stuck? Why cant i approach this light?
See you only see him
The one on the ground
But what about me?
I dont even have that to stand on.
His life is frightening at pieces
Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see.
But in my mind all I want to do is scream!
Teachers feel they have so much superior over me.
Telling me what to say.
Where to go.
They bullied him because he was different
Stating that he isn’t full grown
Because he likes science while they play sport
They never treated him like one of their own
The teachers don’t notice a thing
Kids may say I'm uglyKids may say I'm dumbKids may say I'm weirdSticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt meThat I'm fatThat I've pimples all over my faceThat I've got butter-teeth
It's happened to you
it's happened to me
By word of mouth
Or physically
It's an eight letter word
No body likes
That word is bullying
And it needs to cease to exist
You teach your numbers, you read your words
You reiterate when nothing is heard,
A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty
A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault
Why do people bully so much.
why did they put people down.
why do they want us to suffer as much as they did.
I think bullying should be stopped.
you will never know who will get popped.
Keep your head up in the halls
It's only a hop, skip and jump away
Ignore the people and what they say
Stay away from those bathroom stalls
You're here safe and sound
Crack open your book
At first it started
Something like a joke or a game
but I soon found out
that the true winner
was brought to shame
for the first few seconds
everything was cool
You call me fat ,
you try to demean my character ..,
why do you follow me home ... When all you do is laugh.....
if you feel so much dislike for me. Take a step back and ...
Every minute of my fifteen years on earth has been spent examining the various colors around me
The chestnut trees that stretch their tired branches shed a great deal of vibrant green offspring
