This is for all the kids who are bullied kwa words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, kwa tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right inayofuata to wewe then..." The blonde looked at the house inayofuata to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see wewe tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"