Turn Your Pain Into Pride
One of the things we've seen help kids "transform" the after-effects of bullying or cyberbullying is to be able to tell their story in some way. Whatever the creative artistic outlet, this is also a place for those who've witnessed it or have been part of it and need to express their thoughts. We welcome submissions from any tweens/teens who want to turn their pain into pride. Send us artwork, poetry, short stories, photography, mini essays, journal entries, audio and video files etc. It just has to be short!! You may also email it to info@cyberslammed.com We may feature it on our blog, on Facebook and Twitter and by publishing this work, we will strive to get it out to larger audiences. (Submissions need a phone number and may be edited or made anonymous by the Editor's discretion.)
In addition, consider joining our closed Facebook groups, one for cyberbullied teens and one for parents of cyberbullied teens to share stories, questions, resources and find the strength in knowing you are not alone.
In addition, consider joining our closed Facebook groups, one for cyberbullied teens and one for parents of cyberbullied teens to share stories, questions, resources and find the strength in knowing you are not alone.
The story through my eyes
A Bystander's Story
I was an ally
The accomplice
They talk about her behind her back.
They say things that may not be true;
They spread rumors and laugh at her
Even though she never did anything to them.
But I don’t say anything or tell them to stop.
I just listen.
**
I sit here every day listening to the hurtful
Words said to those poor innocent souls.
It hurts me just as much as it hurts them
But deep down they aren’t the cowards I am
For not standing up for them
Because I’m too scared about what
my friends will think
I’m the real coward and I apologize
Sincerely,
The accomplice
They say things that may not be true;
They spread rumors and laugh at her
Even though she never did anything to them.
But I don’t say anything or tell them to stop.
I just listen.
**
I sit here every day listening to the hurtful
Words said to those poor innocent souls.
It hurts me just as much as it hurts them
But deep down they aren’t the cowards I am
For not standing up for them
Because I’m too scared about what
my friends will think
I’m the real coward and I apologize
Sincerely,
The accomplice
Here I Stand
by Katia Kordek
Here I stand
Waiting for a compliment
Knowing it won’t come
Knowing that people don’t think positively of me
But really?
Who cares?
It’s my life
My face
My body
So, why must the others come in and ruin what I think?
Ruin the hope that I have inside of me
The hope that I could be pretty,
Nice,
Something good
Something that could help this world
These are the people that have ruined my life.
When I wrote the poem, I was in a quite low place in my life. As an almost 14-year-old girl, I have confidence on and off. This poem was written when I wasn’t at a good place, when I was just mad at the world because of people being rude. They made me angry, hurt, and a bit sad. I got a pretty negative comment on my appearance, and this poem is the outcome of my pain.
I’d just like to say that for everyone that has ever been bullied like I have, and or have had something negative said about them that hurt them: “Just let go of it.” Trust me, I know how hard it is. How much it hurts. How frustrated you get. The reason that happened though, is because it was meant to. In my book, everything happens for a reason. So when someone says something bad about you, just duck. Avoid them hitting you too hard, and move on with your life. You got hurt like that because you grow stronger each time something like that happens. They said it because they don’t truly know you, not your inside. What is inside of you, is amazing, is beautiful. On the outside? You’re beautiful too, and never. Ever. Let some rude, and unacknowledged person let you forget that. Just remember that.
Here I stand
Waiting for a compliment
Knowing it won’t come
Knowing that people don’t think positively of me
But really?
Who cares?
It’s my life
My face
My body
So, why must the others come in and ruin what I think?
Ruin the hope that I have inside of me
The hope that I could be pretty,
Nice,
Something good
Something that could help this world
These are the people that have ruined my life.
When I wrote the poem, I was in a quite low place in my life. As an almost 14-year-old girl, I have confidence on and off. This poem was written when I wasn’t at a good place, when I was just mad at the world because of people being rude. They made me angry, hurt, and a bit sad. I got a pretty negative comment on my appearance, and this poem is the outcome of my pain.
I’d just like to say that for everyone that has ever been bullied like I have, and or have had something negative said about them that hurt them: “Just let go of it.” Trust me, I know how hard it is. How much it hurts. How frustrated you get. The reason that happened though, is because it was meant to. In my book, everything happens for a reason. So when someone says something bad about you, just duck. Avoid them hitting you too hard, and move on with your life. You got hurt like that because you grow stronger each time something like that happens. They said it because they don’t truly know you, not your inside. What is inside of you, is amazing, is beautiful. On the outside? You’re beautiful too, and never. Ever. Let some rude, and unacknowledged person let you forget that. Just remember that.
