How Does It Feel?.
Go on hit me, call me names do what you can, oh look here comes the angry clenched up hand.
You need to understand you cannot hurt me anymore, whatever you do to me I have seen it all before.
Picking on what you perceive to be the weakest children, thinking they are new round here and there is no one to defend them.
I have never understood by hitting people what you achieve, just a nasty big overgrown thug is that really what you want to be.
What pleasure is there to be had in terrorising little children, do you think it makes you popular and builds up your reputation.
Yes, some children you bully will crumble along the way and do everything you say, but some other children like me is just a normal day.
Of course, it does hurt at the time when again you punch me in the face, and every day you hunt me down in my hiding place.
I know that over time I will grow stronger, and the tables will be turned, and that one day your punches will be returned.
In front of the whole school, I have shown you to be the nasty insecure little prick you really are, laying on the ground with a bloody nose and a mouth ajar.
The humiliation and embarrassment you feel as the whole school laughs at you, now what is the bully boy going to do.
The fact you are a real chicken deep inside and now the school has seen that, it's your turn to spend your days hiding and feeling like a bag of crap.
Good luck bully boy now you're on the other side, and remember revenge always comes in the end, just sometimes it takes a little while.
Nataiella 1972.
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Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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The wounds once sharp
now dull— not vanished,
but understood.
Strength came slow,
beneath each bruise,
in the silence where
fear could not last.
You sought power in fists—
I found it in walking away.
I walked away many times but it kept coming, there comes a point where enough is enough and you have to fight fire with fire, enjoy your day
Oh yes, much agreed. I've had my moments and even brought to the principal's office for defending myself. A fine engagement over life realities. 🙏🏻🕊️
A first person account of bullying on the receiving side and its effects speaks rawly in poetic form. Very nice
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Good short story arc. Fine write. PL
Thank you for your kind words, enjoy the rest of your day
Tremendous.
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There were some bully boys at my schools but they got there comeuppance in time. Good words and memories Tobani.
Andy
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Wow! A powerful poem, Natiella! You and I clearly had the same way of processing the shit we dealt with at school. Glad for it too. This one hit home for me, being someone who was brutally bullied. Thank you for sharing. 🌹👏
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You are most welcome!
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