NOTE: For my Spoken Word Poetry club in school, we had an assignment: write a poem on anti-bullying without using the word "victim" or "bully." This is what I came up with (I actually have to read it aloud next Thursday in front of some of the school.)
scathing replies were my swords
all with different pointy ends
books clutched to my chest a weak defense,
a plastic shield.
and yet my armor came apart
as a hand with acrylic nails painted a neon pink
reached out without mercy
dropping math, science, and history
to the floor all crying.
a bracelet on my wrist with red and yellow bead
s spelling out the words, "God is Love"
is all that is keeping me sane right now.
i know my hair didn't fit the mold
but why was I punished for that solely?
punches to my back more harrowing than the day before
as our teacher droned on about quadratic equations
but do I care, really?
they breathed "Freak"
the word escaping through glossy pink lips
that knew what it was like to be kissed
a pleasure I never grew acquainted with .
a voice inside my head determined not to subside whispers
you cannot live like this anymore.
of course mom is bemused when I spill the truth
the words dropping out like marbles
each unconcealing a secret no longer hidden
a feeling like relief builds up in my chest and is let loose.
blue caps are thrown in the air
the sound of jubilant cheers fill my ears
and it came to me then: i no longer have to be scared.
but please don't assume all these wounds have fully healed
for some are still fresh and still bleed
but what matters is I am climbing, running towards the finish line
leading to fulfillment.
i am not done healing
i am thawing.