Too Soon to Judge

My Poetry's Truth:

At school and I walked by a group of girls with a cap on my head
One shouted, "Where's your hair. I bet it's ugly and probably smell bad."
The other girls they laughed and continued to call me funny names
As I continued to walk they followed playing the "bullying game."

The next day at school I walked by the same group of girls
One shouted, "Why don't you twirl beautiful twirl."
Then they busted out laughing at the clothes I was wearing
Followed me singing, "I wonder with who these clothes she's sharing."

Pants a little high from my ankles, neither one of my socks matched
My shoes not brand new and my shirt was an ugly plaid.
They laughed...oh just tickled and every day made fun of me
I guess it made them feel good but inside it was hurting me.

Though I didn't have much, I was blessed
Grew up to own my own business and have success
Never knew from my looks then that I would b where I am today
And those who laughed back then would be working for me to earn their pay.

Message: You just never know. A person is never defined by their physical features or clothes. You have to get to know someone then judge them based off how they treat you. You may laugh and get a kick out of them now but you never know what a blessing they can be...on the cool.

(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)

The Bully

Bullying is something that have to seem to become the norm. Do I agree with it? NO!!! Should it happen? NO!!! Does it happen? EVERYDAY!!! I've been bullied and it's not nice. I wanted to share what I wrote:

I stood...
Rope tied around my neck and 'round the pole in my closet, waiting to hang myself
I cried telling my mommy kids picking on me but she said, "You betta learn to defend yo'self."
I was told that my hair was nappy, that my clothes made no sense
They trip me as I walk down the hallway and in my face they spit.
I cried and ran to the bathroom and looked at my angered face in the mirror
As I stood there starring, the face of my hurt became clearer.
I thought, "what if I told my teacher? Well maybe he wouldn't be any help."
Tried talking to my mommy but I just am unable to defend myself.
So I came up out the bathroom and on my way to class
A hallway filled with students against the walls who point their finger and laugh.
They say, "Where did you get those shoes from? Look like the Wal-Mart store."
They stood there dying laughing and laughed at me some more.
I got angry and said, "So what. That's all my mom could afford."
They replied, "Yo' momma is fat dookie head," and then called my mom a whore.
I ran off embarrassed and mad at what they said,
I kneeled in the corner of the next bathroom wishing I was dead.
I didn't want to face the hallways, I couldn't bare those laughing faces
I went to confide in my teacher who said, "Jackson you and her trade places."
Now that Jackson's gone a seat over he assumed I would be safe
He might as well just told him to stay in his same ol' place...
Cause when the bell rang and he sang, "Yo' momma is a dookie head. Yo' momma is a dookie head."
Now I'm even more hurt,
I ran home and told my momma this and she said, "That's what boys do to try and flirt."
I tried telling her that I didn't want to go to school because the kids would laugh,
She said, "I bet not hear you lost a fight or I'm gon' beat yo' ass."
So what do I do to remove myself from this awful and painful position,
I guess I'll kill myself and then when I'm dead...I bet they'll pay attention.

-We have to learn to listen to our children & take action. And those parents of bullies need to quit defending.

(Written by Leukemiona Daniels, 2010)