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“I Am the Target”

Seven poems written by students in Michele G.’s Courageous Cubs class for Pink Shirt Day.

I am the target,
I wonder why he or she bully’s me
I hear mean words directed at me
I see the bully hurting me
I want to leave
I am the target.
I pretend I am somewhere else
I feel sad and hurt
I touch my hurt sad body
I worry I won’t get help
I cry for help and my mom
I am the target.
I understand why I am sad
I say stop
I dream I was better
I try get help
I hope that I can leave this world
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder how my heart will feel
I hear the sound of mean words
I see hands
I want friends
I am the target.
I pretend like there is no one there
I feel a cold hand
I touch my face
I worry about my future
I cry about the past
I am the target
I understand the bully
I say stop
I dream to have a friend to be by my side
I try to get help
I hope that someday someone will understand
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder if i will ever not be the target,
I hear people getting bullied like me,
I see the upstander trying to help me,
I want the bullies to stop,
I am the target.
I pretend that the bullies are not ther,
I feel the bullies taking control of me,
I touch my hopeful side,
I worry that the bullies will never stop,
I cry when i am very sad,
I am the target.
I understand that other targets don’t like being bullied,
I say bullies stop,
I dream that bullies never existed,
I try to not let the bullies bully me,
I hope that it all stops,
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder why the bully has to bully me and why not bully nobody
I hear the insults hurling at me like a hurricane, they hurt me
I see the bully’s mouth moving but I can’t bear to hear the noise
I want to say something but no words come out I feel like I just lost a battle
I am the target.
I pretend not to hear it but I can’t help myself it’s too overwhelming
I feel bad for myself but I know it will get worse
I touch the palms of my hand with my fingers and turn them into a fist
I worry it will never stop and someone will get hurt
I cry to myself but I don’t let the tears stream down my face
I am the target.
I understand that being a target is something I don’t like or want to be
I say nothing because I can’t squeeze the words out
I dream that I will not be bullied when I wake up but it never goes the way I want it to
I try to walk away but for some reason my feet won’t work
I’m rooted to the ground and my feet won’t let go until it is over
I hope everything will stop and it will all end,
I want to know why I am the target
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder when I will have the courage to be an upstander
I hear what the bully says
I see bystanders not caring about the situation
I want to be an upstander, to have the courage to help others
I am the target.
I pretend I’m in Las Vegas, a place I love
I feel forgotten, nervous, and unfortunate
I touch my heart where my cat lives when I’m away from home
I worry about when my friends get bullied and I don’t have the courage to help them
I cry a silent tear inside when I don’t have enough courage to help others when they get bullied
I am the target.
Now I understand how other people feel when they get bullied
I say how I felt when I talk to my friends
I dream about being an upstander
I try my best to ignore the bully
I hope that there is some place in the world that does not have bullies
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder if it will stop,
I hear the cruel words of the bully,
I see his angry face,
I want someone to help,
I am the target.
I pretend to ignore it,
I feel his harsh temper,
I touch my spirit hoping it will guide me,
I worry that it will never stop,
I cry from his words and hands,
I am the target.
I understand what it’s like to be hunted,
I say help,
I dream of a world of freedom and happiness,
I try to resist it,
I hope that someone helps me,
I am the target.

I am the target,
I wonder why
I hear mean words
I see my world turn black and white
I want to be welcomed
I am the target.
I pretend I’m not there
I feel unneeded
I touch my teddy
I worry I’m never needed
I cry when I’m alone
I am the target.
I understand the bully
I say I’m not needed
I dream of having a great day
I try to stay positive
I hope someone won’t be bullied like me
I am the target.