Please don’t stare, and please don’t glare,
all he wants is to just fit in,
A little boy, brought into this world, he wants to enjoy life with the other boys and girls,
He tries so hard, he wants to play, but everyone always pushes away,
They always laugh, he always cries, there is no reason to wonder why,
From anger to sadness, helplessness sets in,
Is it bad enough, that he cant participate, feel or share in your existence?
What would cause this, he’s not even different?
They are cruel and mean, heartless at best,
A little boy shouldn’t feel this stressed,
It’s hard to breathe, he feels so ashamed, the least you could do, Don’t call him names.
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Author:
Ian Primmer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Things that can't be explained, but need to stop!
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This reminds me of my little cousin who has autism and was bullied. It's so sad how kids treat other kids, but poems like yours help raise awareness. Thank you so much for this, it is an important message.
Thank you Caity.
Really important message in your writing. If only we could convey this message to the kids who do the harming. In my childhood i received a lot of bullying harm which recent counselling has shown stayed with me into my senior years affecting my personal relationships. If only we could stamp this out. Your writing really touched me today.
Thank you dusk, I think awareness is key, bullying is 100% unnecessary. I’m working on a book right now that will be published on amazon e-book, I look forward to pressing forward more with concern to this issue to raise more awareness. I’m so sorry for what you have had to endure my friend.
This piece is so fitting. I myself had seizures since I was six years old.
Keep writing.
Persistence is key
Good write, all should be accepted in our world but some people just seem to get pleasure from there hatefulness.
A fine write Ian. I had a horrid year, first year at secondary school/high school? (aged 11-12). A nasty jolt from my first school, where were happy days.
Things like 'initiation' - pushing new school-children into the holly bush, etc.
Thank you
Excellent Ian.
We fail to realise that the characteristics that we possess that cause us to be bullied is what makes us special and unique in the long term.
However, the journey to this self realisation for any individual is indeed a painful one at times.
Keep writing
FineB
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