I popped into Miss Glen’s class AGES ago and found this very moving poetry. So sorry it’s taken so long, but here it is:
I hear the hate
Four eyes
Four eyes
FOUR EYES
I hit the ground
One tear comes down my face
As I run away from the hate
I made a secret place where no-one knows
I have a fear of going in public as the hate
could hit me in the face.
They abuse me
It’s horrid
Am scared
I just want to leave
But you can’t run away from your own eyes
Days go by as more tears flood my room
My fear closes me into a dark tomb
The number of days I try to stay off
From school it’s unbelievable
Until the school doors are forced upon me
I slowly open them with fear
As the hate starts to call
By: Brianna Murphy
Jenna walked into her new school
Her big geeky glasses pulled up, close to her eyes.
Kids stared and bullies said, ‘You don’t belong here, BYE!’
She lost all her friends when she moved to the city,
All she’s got left is self-pity.
She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered to herself …..
“I wish I was the same as everyone else”.
She sat in the back of the class to avoid getting attention.
But she couldn’t help herself
She did her homework, and avoided a class detention.
Know it all” they said. “Teacher’s pet” they said
But she couldn’t help herself
She knew she can be better than the rest.
She wanted to blend in, she wanted friends
But how could she
When it seemed like everyone wanted her life to end.
Excuse me
I’m up here
Sorry to scare you
Don’t worry
I’ve heard it all
from the funny ones
to the ones that hurt
People take one look at me
and ignore everything
except for the height.
I’ve been hit
and shoved
Bullied since a young age
I had had enough
long ago
I tried to fight
I tried to make peace
I tried it all
But nothing ever works
I’m always asked
‘What’s the air like up there’
I’m always called
Names like
‘skyscraper’ or ‘cloud head’
I’ve silenced them out now
It was the best way
I still know they are there
Talking behind my back.
But I still walk on.
I will block out the hate
I will block out the pain
I will block out the names
I will just
Walk on.
My name is Black Man
It’s also Black Guy
That’s my name
My real name’s Nigel
But you’d never tell.
Because nobody calls me that,
Well, at least not to my face.
When people talk about me,
They remember me for the colour of my skin,
Not the tone of my voice
Not the colour of my eyes,
Not the size of my feet.
Just the colour of my skin.
I also have other names,
Like the names that people can no longer use
But I can tell that they want to use them.
When they call me them it’s like a knife cutting my skin
Deeper and deeper every day.
Some day this will stop
Some day I will be equal,
But for now,
I will just have to wait.
We are all different
Red hair, brown hair, blond hair, black hair
We are all different
Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, hazel eyes
We are all different
Christian, Muslim, Jew, Seikh
We are all different
Tall, strout, small
We are all different
You are too
We are all different
Why pick on me?
We are all different
Is it because I have different skin?
We are all different
Because I am tall?
We are all different
Don’t bully me
We are all different
Katy Taylor
It was the best way
I still know they are there
Talking behind my back.
But I still walk on.
I will block out the hate
I will block out the pain
I will block out the names
I will just
Walk on.