Bully
We fight this battle time and time again
But there is no winner nor an end in sight
Because you see, This is a fruitless fight
Leaving the damaged to float away at night
Because they don’t see an end in sight either…
And you don’t have to believe her, When she says she’s fine
Because ‘Fine’ is just another way to say, Her world is falling apart
And those hurtful crass words broke her heart
You fling insults like a pitcher on a mound
Chasing him down the hall, Like a thirsty bloodhound
Embarrassment seems to satisfy your thirst
So you show him your Ugly, You show him your Worst
Sticks and stones may break my phones
But don’t you dare say words can’t hurt me!
Because, Don’t you see?
Those are the lies we use when others are abused
But we dare not speak up, For fear of enduring the same
If a witness stays silent, Who is to blame?
If a tree falls but everyone refuses to hear
Do they still have a name?
Or are they just another shadow fading into the backdrop of school
We comfort ourselves by saying
“Oh, well kids can be so cruel!”
But we leave it at that, Slowly turn our back
And walk away instead…
Washing our hands of the dying, dying dead
You see he was different, Didn’t fit into a clique
Was homeschooled most of his life, And always got sick
So you decided to take advantage of it
A few bruises and a black eye escalated into notes
Telling him to die, That boys aren’t meant to cry
That Men are made of concrete and valor
And your harsh words made him cower
And he became the victim of the hour
And She,
She didn’t fit your definition of pretty or popular
And it just didn’t matter that she was smart
And already had enough weighing down her heart
Name calling was just the start
She didn’t bring home any bruises, Or evidence of her pain
But she bore the punishment each time you called her a name
Alone crying, Mascara trailing rivers down her face
And she did finally start to believe she was a disgrace…
You see being a bully isn’t cool, isn’t smart, isn’t hip
Frankly it’s down right stupid, Yet we see it every day
And instead of helping walk away
Because if you aren’t dishing it out, You aren’t doing anything wrong…
Right?
Copyright © Jasmine Ekenbarger | Year Posted 2023
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