Brother:bro are you crying Me:no i got something in my eye Brother:i bet if i look at it i wont cry 4 minutes later Me:thought u said u wouldnt cry Brother:i poked myself in the eye Me:your finger wasnt near your eye😐
Omg she is amzing I was crying a bit love this such a good message and that we should accept everybody no matter what sexuality, weight, height! God made EVERYBODY beatiful in their own way and that is unique, this woman is so brave, strong and inspiring!
Although I am 12 years old at the time I was in school, I was always bullied from the first day of kindergarten to the 6th grade. because I was always the new girl because I always went from Argentina to the United States. Although I defended others they never defended me and usually I always take the blows or insults and did not say anything to anyone or my mother But this poem touched my heart and I no longer feel so lonely TwT because I know that there are people who are going through the same things that I am going through. (But since there is covid and we can't go to school they no longer bullied me. But I'm afraid to go to school when it's back)
I was bullied since reception and now I'm in year ten and it only stoped last year I have always lived in fear of it starting again but I came across this and it has changed my view completely I'm done being scared thank you so much more people need to speak out on this ❤️
i’m going to tell you a story about the power of words, about you own voice and being heard, the power to heal and the power to hurt. On Halloween of my freshman year, a girl i have never met, who attended my old school, dressed up as me as her costume. And suddenly it was like someone pressed resume, i was all consumed by cyber bullying harassment in my past, you see, i spent 8 years being bullied, crowds would amass, to telecast hate, trying to obliterate they’re very own classmate, and so when this happend i sunk into my chair, defeated, with this blank stare in my eye, thinking, this is it . i can’t keep trying to get by, A few weeks later my life would change, i read the news about a boy, sixteen years old, he couldn’t hold on any longer, couldn’t be any stronger it said, « suicide due to bullying » And something said to me Aija, you cannot wait any longer you see, i know what it’s like to loose your fight, and i know what it’s like to take back your life, but how could i let kids struggle everyday, whitout showing them that it’s gonna be okay? I couldn’t find the answer! how do you help kids around the world, what is the answer? Do i have a voice? I didn’t know . Do i have the power ? I won’t let go . But i’m not gonna lie, i was hesitant from head to toe and them my mom said to me, " Aija, you gotta be brave, tell your story. If not you who is going to tell the story who is gonna tell the story of 30 millions americans kids bullied every single year" And suddenly it all became clear and she said to me, " Who do you wanna be? What do you want to achieve? What do you to believe " I want to be who i needed when i was younger .
yeah makes me want school to get here faster (wut) so i can do that thing she said at the end "i wont let another student feel like someone else's prey" 😀
Gary asked if you could do one a day. I think you can write one a day. Love to know your thoughts on my spoken word. I had a goal to do 365 in one year. I have written 100 in 10 months. Keep writing. One love.
I enjoy listening to you. If that is okay I will use your video for my class discussion as I also doing research about poetry. Looking forward to your positive response. Congratulations!
If someone dresses up as you for Halloween, it's actually a great honor! The reason is, as it turns out, is because surprisingly not many people intend to wear scary costumes on Halloween. Often, they will dress up as their favorite characters instead.
