Teachers Just Don't Understand Bullying Hurts!

I am going to conquer today. I am going to have a pep in my step, pride in my stride, and joy in my heart.

What’s the point in telling the teacher when the innocent people are ignored and get in trouble, and the bad kids always get away with everything?

I did not want to fight. I had to fight. If I didn’t, everyone else would have picked on me. Not only would I have had one bully, but maybe two, three, four or who knows how many. I had to do what I had to do since the principal, assistant principal, and my teachers weren’t doing anything about it.

When I am at school, I smile to block the hurt. When I am with my family I can always be myself.

When your teachers do not do anything about it—it is sad when you have to take matters in your own hands. It is scary. I was scared when I fought back, but I had to do it.

I might be little but I am fierce. I might be patient, but I am quick, and when I am quiet that means I am focused. You have a fire under your feet and nobody can put out those flames.

When I smile around my family it is real, but when I am at school, I smile to block the hurt.

When I am at school, I smile to block the hurt.