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The Fat Girl

I may be fat but I can cook soul food to put you in a good mood I don't mean to be rude but you look like a string bean
You only know how to make sandwiches I can make steaks to take your breath away
you say I look like a steak but you can't even make a cake you need to drink more shakes
I need to eat more salads but at least I have a big wallet


I may be fat but I can dance your eyes are  glued to my thighs are you hypnotize yet
Do you want to take a chance and try to beat me in dancing you can't defeat me 
I can shake my hips and do flips I can drop it like its hot you can only pop that's not much 
Oh, now you want to challenge me but you can't balance on the dance floor 
The crowd wants to see me more you were just a bore 

I may be fat but I'm the one who looks pretty in this skirt you look silly like Big Bert
You say I don't look good in a bikini because I'm not tiny but at least I'm not  bony like you
You say I look like a buffalo but at least I don't have a problem finding a fellow
I don't mean to be a pest but you started this mess why don't you give it a rest
I'm fat but I'm telling you I'm the best you don't need to guess 

I may be fat but I'm good at writing poetry
You say that  you're good too but people are going to say boo to you
You say that isn't true and I need to pray because I won't win but I know I can 
You say that people wouldn't pay cash to see me but they will chase me I have a nice ass
you say your poetry  will get publish but that's only a wish I will you forgot to take your pills


Men want to be with me because I have meat on me you only have bones 
You say that I don't look like a model but men want to play with me and pay me to date 
I may be fat but I found a man who likes me like that but your man said you act like a brat
I'm getting married tomorrow don't feel sorrow 
You can laugh but at least I'm glad that I'm not sad or bad and I'm not a brat so take that

Copyright © Ileane Ogilvie | Year Posted 2014

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I am A Beautiful Girl

I am a Beautiful Girl, living with Autism.
I leap, dance, and spin around circle while I try to make sense of the world around me.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
I sing, I jump, and I run like the wind.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
When the world around me becomes too much I scream, shout, hide, or even bang my head.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
With a beautiful spirit and God made me unique, I am a human being that just wanted to be understood and to be treated with respect.
I am a Beautiful Girl!

Copyright © Kimberly Lowe-West | Year Posted 2015

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A Reason

She's got words on her arms
In the language of a broken heart
And they say
They say I wanna be loved 
But I don't know how 
I wanna dream 
Haven't done it in a while
I wanna smile
Won't somebody give me 
A reason?



Author's note: This is a poem about a close friend of mine. The "words on her arms" are an analogy, for well, cuts. She wouldn't talk to me much at the time, but I saw them and that was all that really needed to be said, since she knew she couldn't fool me. Anyway, that was the inspiration for this.
She is doing much better now, by the way, in case anyone was concerned...

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2013

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Society am I pretty yet

5 years old
Pink ribbon, silk ribbon,
Streaming through my tightened hair,
Pigtails, toothless smile
Society am I pretty yet?
10 years old
Ponytails, bobby pins,
Tantrums, thinking life’s not fair,
Chubby thighs, crooked smile
Society am I pretty yet?
13 years old
Straight hair, lip gloss,
Long strands of hair, changes,
Invisible tears, broken smile
Society am I pretty yet?
15 years old
Messy bun, chapped lips,
Longer nights and nothing going right,
Lost mind, fake smile
Society am I pretty yet?

Copyright © Crystal Vazquez | Year Posted 2016

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Suicide Girl

Cut your wrists,
And hope to die.
I think it's time to say goodbye.
Just close your eyes and go to sleep,
Before they can hear you weep.
Your heart was beating,
Now its not.
Covered in blood, 
You were gone.
You made the pain go away,
And ended your life that rainy day.
Your eyes were glassy and misted,
Your body unmoving and listless.
You left us without a doubt.
They pushed you over the ledge,
And you killed yourself with the razors sharp edge.
"No one cares" you thought
"Not even if I'm dead."
You were right,
They don't miss you.
Just another life down the drain,
No one would ever know your pain.

Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016

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YOU HIDE IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER

You are a bully that hides in front of a computer sending out messages of lies, disrespect, 
and hate.

If you have to hide in front of a computer to bully me, you're not very brave at all.  In 
fact, you are a phony and a fake.

I actually feel sorry for you as you hopelessly linger in your pathetic state.

The truth about me or any kid you're bullying will eventually come out.  Truth is frightening 
for you, isn't it?  Because you know the truth will seal your fate.

You hide in front of a computer for hours at a time.

Your time would be better spent if you somehow discovered how, with other kids, you could
become nice and kind.

You hide in front of a computer to go about your daily routine of bullying other kids.

One day your computer will crash and along with it, your despicable bullying empire, too.
Just maybe then, you'll feel somewhat sorry for all the unnecessary bullying you did.

Al Johnson

Copyright © Al Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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Teen Girl Confessions

I was talking to a girl that goes to high school the other day, and she told me all these stories of the girls that go to her school, she is the head of an anti bully club and asked me to write something for her group.



You sit in your room crying about your weight
And how you never think you'll be asked on a date
You dream about marriage, a white picket gate
But you sit there and stare at the bumps on your face
For all the young girls who find no hope or joy
Because you're made fun of by popular boys
Your problem I know, isn't only skin deep
So what other thoughts does your mind always think?

When I see these young girls acting out of their age
So egar to grow up and turn life's page
I can't help but feel that their hurting themselves
And putting there innocence up on a shelf
There are teens getting pregnant, getting in bars 
There's young ones getting high, losing it in cars
There's girls starving their bodies and cutting their arms
Getting drugged and raped despite all the alarms
There's the ones in the lunchroom eating all alone
Who feels rejected by peers and rejected at home
There's the girl with the braces getting called names
And forced to sit alone at the homecoming game

We are all so afraid to apologize to who we have hurt
So we run their names farther down into the dirt
Until we turn on the 6 o' clock news
And hear that they hung themselves in their bedrooms
Then suddenly bullies care, but not soon enough
About those girls who coped with drinking, sex and drugs
If we spent all the time before- lifting them up
And showering them with sisterly love
Then maybe we could all walk arm and arm
Protecting them from all of this harm.

Copyright © Desiree Cooley | Year Posted 2015

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Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Teen Girl Confessions

I was talking to a girl that goes to high school the other day, and she told me all these stories of the girls that go to her school, she is the head of an anti bully club and asked me to write something for her group.



You sit in your room crying about your weight
And how you never think you'll be asked on a date
You dream about marriage, a white picket gate
But you sit there and stare at the bumps on your face
For all the young girls who find no hope or joy
Because you're made fun of by popular boys
Your problem I know, isn't only skin deep
So what other thoughts does your mind always think?

When I see these young girls acting out of their age
So egar to grow up and turn life's page
I can't help but feel that their hurting themselves
And putting there innocence up on a shelf
There are teens getting pregnant, getting in bars 
There's young ones getting high, losing it in cars
There's girls starving their bodies and cutting their arms
Getting drugged and raped despite all the alarms
There's the ones in the lunchroom eating all alone
Who feels rejected by peers and rejected at home
There's the girl with the braces getting called names
And forced to sit alone at the homecoming game

We are all so afraid to apologize to who we have hurt
So we run their names farther down into the dirt
Until we turn on the 6 o' clock news
And hear that they hung themselves in their bedrooms
Then suddenly bullies care, but not soon enough
About those girls who coped with drinking, sex and drugs
If we spent all the time before- lifting them up
And showering them with sisterly love
Then maybe we could all walk arm and arm
Protecting them from all of this harm.

Copyright © Desiree Cooley | Year Posted 2015

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The Secret Life of a Pretty Girl

Underneath all the clothes we are all human beings
And for pretty girls you can't escape the Hell of everyday life
All the cat calls on the street they start to get old
All the glares and harsh stares I am naked in a sea of people
It's a charmed life you'd think until you start to realize
That the eyes and the attention will never stop
Until you are dead

Copyright © Rebecca Dominguez | Year Posted 2014

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My emotions

As bad as it hurts 
As bad as we we do it 

Why should we 
Why? Why? Why?

If you don't do it 
For yourselves 
Then there is 
No point of it all 

We do it even 
if we don't want to 

We don't ask why?
We just do it

Copyright © Hanna Louis | Year Posted 2016

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Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Black roses - a poem for the girl who died from cyber bullying

One day a girl died
Hung herself
She was 16
No one suspected
That Emily, happy Emily
Was being bullied on the 
Internet
But she was
And she took her life
At the funeral were black roses
For the supposes
Suppose she couldn't handle it
Suppose she had depression 
anyway
Suppose she was weak
Suppose she....

Emily left behind a brother
A mother and a father
A best friend and a dog
And all the supposes that
Come with cyber bullying
The biggest suppose being
Isn't someone supposed to do 
something


The Denny Foundation
Was set up to create awareness
About cyber bullying and it's 
effects

......And she took her life
At the funeral were black roses


See

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/ne
ws/article-2395484/Hannah-
Smith-funeral-Fam...

http://www.dennyfoundation.or
g/2011/12/cyberbullying-if-
you-are-being-bu...

Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013

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The drunkards story-bullying

                                             (8/10/12)

There was three of them in an old pickup truck
After drinking all night at the GOLDEN DUCK.
As the sun was coming up they was screamin and cussin
As to what to do next - they was fussin.

When seeing this sixteen year old riding her bike to school
They started acting like the drunken fools.
They started  screaming and howling and giving wolf cries
As the girl rode on by.

They wasn’t just satisfied with their howls and cries
They wanted her by their sides.
They turned the truck around and cut her off
They was going to show her “ who was boss”.

They tried to grab her from the back
But she was prepared for any sneak attacks.
She had her guardian angel with her from heaven
And she had been learning KUNG -FU since the age of seven.

When the first one reached out to grab her
She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand straight up and back
Till she heard his wrist crack.

As the second one came running up
A round house kick in his face
Sent him flying into space.

The third one came at her with a tire iron in his hand
As she crotched down and took her stand
When he was about two feet away and open wide
In his crotch her kick did fly.

All three men lay on the ground 
as she picked up her bike without a sound
Put her bike on their pick up truck
With this girl they was s--- out of luck.
Then drove the truck into town
and told the sheriff where they could be found.

They was charged with “drunk and disorderly manner”
And on the high school there flies a banner.

“Protect yourself and don’t give in 
Being a bully you will never win”

Copyright © louis rams | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Living Dead Girl pt1

She lives in misery,
She goes to school where she gets bullied, pushed around, and called names,
Her parents hate her,
She has no friends, and her whole world is dark,
No one likes her,
Sometimes she wonders if anyone would care if she killed herself.
She cries herself to sleep,
A lost soul,
The one who relies on her bands and music to carry her through,
The one who grabs the razor blade,
She cuts fast, deep, and hard,
She likes the cold metal, she likes the blood that comes down,
She likes that burning feel, she loves the relief,
Many people call her a little emo *****,
All she wants is for people to leave her alone.
Many people says she does this for attention,
But all she wants is to be happy,
She thinks maybe if she ends it all,
Everyone would be happy, and live in peace,
She thinks they would never know she was gone.
She walks home from school on a rainy Tuesday afternoon,
She goes through the door, 
Right up those steps,
She takes the pills and blade out.
She takes all sixty pills of Oxycotton,
And then she starts cutting, first just across her wrist, and then she had a twist,
She painted a picture onw wouldn't surely miss,
She wrote on her arm, "All I wanted was love."
Her mother found her first,
She cried so much,
Her father came in and comforted her mum,
No tears he had shed,
Her brother came in next and fell to his knees,
He saw all the blood and knew something was up,
He asks their mum,
"Mummy why isn't sissy breathing and blood everywhere?"
She replied faintly,
"Dear, your sister was unhappy."
He was much too young to understand.
The girls that bullied you now get bullied, 
That boy that never admitted to liking you cuts and cries,
Your exfriend cries and tries committing suicide,
Your teachers try to hold it together, but lose it,
Your brother grew older and found the truth about his older sister.
The one he loved so much, and wanted to be like her,
All the pain she endured.
He found her iPod,
He takes it with him everywhere,
He remembers his sister and the bands she loved,
And now he loves them,
He cuts to rid the pain,
He only wants to be with her again.
But he carries out her legacy everyday,
Knowing that is what she would want him to do,
And he did this all thanks to her.
She's tried to stop him,
Was beside him while he cut,
Tried pushing the blade away,
She's a living dead girl,
Nothing she could do nor say, 
To make him put that blade away.

Copyright © Briana Lynn Minard-Adler | Year Posted 2013

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Kate And Julia

Oh, Kate comes from a broken home 
Where life’s just not that good.
She wants so much to make it work 
If she only thought she could.
And several times, it’s crossed her mind 
The thought of suicide.
It hurts so much. It just won’t end. 
The pain she feels inside.
And Julia has a way with words.
She knows just what to say.
Yes, she can make you feel real bad 
Or she can make your day.
She walks around her high school halls 
Always putting people down.
She laughs at them and scoffs and mocks.
She loves to see them frown.
One day at school the two girls met
And Julia jumped right in.
She made fun of Kate’s hair and clothes 
And then she laughed and grinned.
She called her names and would not stop 
As Kate began to cry.
The bullying became too much.
Kate ran away to hide.
The next day when the school bell rang, 
The principal had said
That Kate won’t be at school today 
Because, he said, she’s dead.
He said that she had killed herself 
Because the day before,
Yes, she was hurting deep down and 
Couldn’t take it anymore.
She left a note that would explain
The reason that she’s dead.
A bully pushed her way too hard
With hurtful words she said.
And then when she realized
What she did with her words,
Yes, Julia then apologized
To ev’ryone she hurt.
She asked them for forgiveness and 
Said she never will again
Say mean, cruel words to any one 
From now until the end.
The next time that you tease someone, 
Just please, stop first and think
The person that you’re teasing, well 
Just might be on the brink
Of saying that they’ve had enough.
Their life they want to end
When the one thing that they really want 
Is just to have a friend

Copyright © David Gordon | Year Posted 2014

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SPARKLES GIRL

*Sprinkle and sparkle,
give her a d*** water bottle,
to cool her thoughts from playing scrable,
she may be a stoner,
but d*** she gives me a boner,
dont take her looks for granted,
she can be a sneaky little bandit. :)

Copyright © Kellee Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Your A Scum And Dirty Bum

Your very good at destroying
Young girls hearts who are enjoying
The attention that you give
But it is no way to live
When you control their every action
To fulfill the satisfaction
Of the men you share them with
Girls too young to know that this
Is not what love should really be
But they're confused and so lonely
Runaways that have nowhere
To go so you steal their
Innocence and make them think
You saved them all from the brink
Of living cold and alone
Pretending you'll give them a home
And as much care as they need
They're only helping you succeed
To make money every time
Their virtues put on the line
Your the worst scum of them all
Using girls so scared and small
I hope one day your found dead
With a bullet in your head
From someone trying to save
These girls from an early grave

Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2014

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Bullying

Remember the girl who always sat at the back of the classroom?
She was afraid to make friends.

Remember how she wouldn't talk to anyone?
She was being physically and emotionally bullied.

Remember how her classmates just watched?
She can't trust anyone anymore.

Remember when they called her ugly?
She won’t go out in public.

Remember when they called her fat?
She tried to starve herself.

Remember when they called her a geek?
She gets in trouble at school for purposely not doing work.

Remember when they pushed and hit her?
She finally managed to tell someone.

Remember how she wouldn't talk to anyone?
She found people that understand her.

That girl was me.
And I’m coming back stronger than ever. 

Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Silence

Silence....
It tells a story.....
It shows emotion..... 
boredom.....
anger......
Discomfort......
The story of a girl....
she wasn't excepted..... 
her parents......
her family.....
her peers.....
no one ........
except one thing.....
Silence.....
It calmed her...... 
No ridicule from people......
Even though there was no love.....
It was better then a world of hate.....
others hatred......
the judging......
the name calling......
The abuse .......
It hurt but when it was silent.......
The world faded.......
she read.......
She wrote........
She sang.......
silence was her savior....... 
silence was her bliss........
silence is bliss.......

Copyright © Cassidy Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

THAT GIRL

There's this girl
She was always smiling
She looked as if she was the happiest person in the  world 
But who knew inside she was crying 
She couldn't stop herself from cutting 
There were many scars on her arms
She would always put herself through harm
There's this girl
She was always smiling
She looked as if she was the happiest person in the  world 
But who knew inside she was crying 
She was suffering 
She couldn't find anyone for comfort 
She would always wonder
Why do people treat me so bad?
Why am i always alone?
Why am i not good enough for them?
Do I look so bad?
Why am I unknown?
Am I a one, out of ten?
She is insecure 
There's this girl
She was always smiling
She looked as if she was the happiest Person in the  world 
But who knew inside she was crying 
She was lying
As soon as she woke up in the morning 
She wears a mask of a face that is smiling Telling everyone that she is happy
But the truth was she felt depressed 
She wants to tell someone about this so badly 
But sadly
She couldn't tell nor confess
She was afraid if others would be unimpressed 
There's this girl
She was always smiling
She looked as if she was the happiest person in the  world 
But who knew inside she was crying 
A phone call was heard this morning 
Telling that she passed away by suiciding 
Who knew little by little things could have gotten worse 
That something like this would ever occurr
People knew what was happening 
But they only put a blind eye to it
And now it hits them
That it's too late to help her survive 
Cause now, she's not even alive

Copyright © Nuralia Najwa | Year Posted 2016

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The Villagers

The villagers look silently on.
What good would it do to interfere?
They watch the young man as he pleads for his life.
The policeman in the black mask reluctantly shakes his head.
He tightens the string that secures the man.
The villagers – mostly women – join in.
What good would it do to interfere?
They slowly pick up rocks.
And the projectiles are off, whizzing through the air.
One hits the poor man in his head, spurting blood.
The villagers cheer when the man is hit.
What good would it do to interfere?
Yet a young girl hides between her mother’s skirts.
She silently cries for the poor man.
These happenings would cease in her time.
The villagers break away from the little girl.
What good would it do to interfere?
She stands up, and walks to the front.
She shouts her dissent.
Rocks pelt down.
The villagers hit her as well.
What good would it do to interfere?
She falls next to the man.
Shallow breathing emerges.
Both hoping for more.
The villagers walk silently away.
What good had it done to interfere?
She should not have done it.
The child is dead.
And the police are happy.

Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2015

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Teen Girl Confessions

I was talking to a girl that goes to high school the other day, and she told me all these stories of the girls that go to her school, she is the head of an anti bully club and asked me to write something for her group.



You sit in your room crying about your weight
And how you never think you'll be asked on a date
You dream about marriage, a white picket gate
But you sit there and stare at the bumps on your face
For all the young girls who find no hope or joy
Because you're made fun of by popular boys
Your problem I know, isn't only skin deep
So what other thoughts does your mind always think?

When I see these young girls acting out of their age
So egar to grow up and turn life's page
I can't help but feel that their hurting themselves
And putting there innocence up on a shelf
There are teens getting pregnant, getting in bars 
There's young ones getting high, losing it in cars
There's girls starving their bodies and cutting their arms
Getting drugged and raped despite all the alarms
There's the ones in the lunchroom eating all alone
Who feels rejected by peers and rejected at home
There's the girl with the braces getting called names
And forced to sit alone at the homecoming game

We are all so afraid to apologize to who we have hurt
So we run their names farther down into the dirt
Until we turn on the 6 o' clock news
And hear that they hung themselves in their bedrooms
Then suddenly bullies care, but not soon enough
About those girls who coped with drinking, sex and drugs
If we spent all the time before- lifting them up
And showering them with sisterly love
Then maybe we could all walk arm and arm
Protecting them from all of this harm.

Copyright © Desiree Cooley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Girl You See But Don't Care About

The girl that you see at school, the one they call emo. 
She's quiet because she's scared to talk. 
When she loses it, she gets called psycho.
She has issues and nobody notices. 
Nobody cares.
She listens to music because it helps her escape reality.
When she's forced to talk in front of multiple people she stutters, repeats herself, gets distracted, and forgets what she's saying. This only makes them laugh.
Usually she wants to be alone but sometimes she needs someone. 
People talk to her because she listens and doesn't interrupt. 
She can't talk to others without them criticizing her, interrupting her, calling her a liar, saying she doesn't have the issues that she DOES have.
If you see her with both earbuds in, she's probably contemplating suicide.
The one time she gets help, they cancel her appointment two hours before.
You call her emo, psycho. 
That's just making her worse.
The her in this is me.
I might say goodbye, but I might also say I hope you're happy.

Copyright © Kassadee Acridge | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Young Chibok girl is pregnant -for contest

Now white and weak,
Her swelling eyes red for sleep,
Her lips now dry like snail's crust,
Her arms tiny like spinning tread;
Stomach now potato bag -
Young Chibok girl is pregnant
For the unkown thug that raped her
Just before her teacher arrived.



August 27,2015.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose | |

She already knew that

The French soldier was holding the food pack in his hands,showing it to the Black girl hugging her knees below his jaws.The next second,he will look at my dress and,He will point at my dress with his eyes.This 6 year old girl already knew that.
She told her self;If I would get marry at the age of 16,French activists wanted to defend my rights but why are they now in a deep slumber?
There was no need to answer question of her self.She already knew the answer.
She smiled,but her smile was more bitter than mourning for millions of times.
Any one needs to eat right?She already knew the answer.

Copyright © bahram sediqi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Created Friends From Sculpted Words

This is...my last serenade...this is...my last serenade...
This is...my last serenade...this is...my last serenade...
This life...this life is not meant for me...
I'm troubled, troubled so desperately
I need help, I cannot deny it
I need help, please, point me to where I can find it
My life is a mess; me, I'm a consistent wreck
Keeping my composure isn't my fate, I've only learned to be Leona
myself, yes, my name is Leona; nice to meet you but unfortunately goodbye
I am so ready to leave this dreadful world
my noose is prepared, the note written; but I lack the heart to do it
I can't seem to overcome these persistent roadblocks
these terrible things torturing thee
I just succumb to the mockery, the tyranny, the thievary
of the people who claim my life is a horrible mistake
ever since I gained the ability to communicate
Why couldn't I have been born a mute, a shut in
then I wouldn't be subjected to
creating my friends in sculpted words in various stories
Ironically, they are the ones who know the depth of me
although I can't escape the notion of betrayal lurking boundlessly
I loathe the merriment others receive in tearing me down
ripping my heart out disgracefully
leaving lonely, stinging tears running down my cheek
causing intense grief and months of depression
no progression, rest or relaxation
Sometimes I look myself in the mirror; stare and study the reflection
wishing to be the person in the mirror
laying inside it's own glass world, forever in peace, forever happy
bothered by no one, nothing except for me
gracing its presence just to talk, come to conclusions
Am I insane; ask the padded walls I reside away from
maybe, probably but I'm hoping not
I need help, please find help
gather a search party to find me
I'm lost in the chaos of a minuscule world
and if I, if I endure one more blasphemous day...
there's the cliff......and I am standing on the very edge

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016