Bullying Speech Essay

Hello Im Maddi Beeson as many of you know and I wanted to talk to you just to the highest degree a very important issue at our school. There is the problem of bullying and I would like to say something about it which will hopefully change things. Starting off with this poem I had found on the internet which is a very inspiring poem about bullying. It is called To This Day- for the bullied and the beautiful by Shane Koyczan.When I was a kid I utilise to think that pork chops and karate chops Were the same thing I thought they were twain pork chops And because my grandmother thought it was rationalizee And because they were my favorite She let me keep doing it Not really a big deal One day beforehand I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree And bruised the right side of my body I didnt want to tell my grandmother about it Because I was afraid Id get in trouble For playing somewhere that I shouldnt have been A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise And I got sent to the principals seat From there I was sent to another small room With a really nice lady Who imploreed me all kinds of questions About my life at dwelling I saw no reason to lie As far as I was concerned.Life was pretty good I told her, Whenever Im sad My grandmother gives me karate chops This led to a full scale investigation And I was removed from the house for three days Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises News of this silly inadequate story quickly spread through the school And I earned my first nickname Pork meat cleaver To this day I hate pork chops Im not the only kid Who grew up this way Surrounded by people who used to say That rhyme about sticks and st aces As if broken bones Hurt more than the names we got called And we got called them all So we grew up believing no one Would ever fall in love with us That wed be lonely forever That wed never meet someone To make us feel like the sun Was something they built for us In t heir tool shed So broken heart strings bled the blues As we seek to empty ourselves.So we would feel nothing Dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone That an ingrown life Is something surgeons sack up cut away That theres no way for it to metastasize It does She was eight years old Our first day of array three When she got called ugly We both got moved to the back of the class So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls But the school halls were a battleground Where we found ourselves outnumbered day afterwards wretched day Weused to stay inside for recess Because outside was worse Outside wed have to rehearse running away Or learn to stay thus far like statues giving no clues that we were there In grade five they taped a sign to her desk That read look out of dog To this day Despite a loving husband She doesnt think shes beautiful Because of a birthmark That takes up a little less than half of her face Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer That someone tried to erase But couldnt rather get the job done And theyll never understand That shes raising devil kids Whose definition of beauty Begins with the word mom Because they see her heart Before they see her skin Because shes only ever always been amazing He Was a broken branchGrafted onto a different family tree pick out Not because his parents opted for a different destiny He was three when he became a mixed drink Of one part left alone And two parts tragedy Started therapy in 8th grade Had a personality made up of tests and pills Lived like the up hills were mountains And the down hills were cliffs Four fifths suicidal A tidal wave of anti depressants And an adolescence of being called popper One part because of the pills Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty He tried to kill himself in grade ten When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad Had the audacity to tell him get over it as if depression Is something that can be remedied By any of the contents found in a first aid k it To this day He is a stick of trinitrotoluene lit from both ends Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends In the moments before its about to fall And despite an multitude of friends Who all call him an inspiration He remains a conversation piece between people Who cant understand Sometimes suitable drug free Has less to do with addiction And more to do with sanity We werent the only kids who grew up this way To this day Kids are still being called names The classics were Hey stupid Hey spaz Seems like each school has an arsenal of names Getting updated every year And if a kid breaks in a school And no one around chooses to hearDo they make a sound? Are they just the background noise Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat When people say things like Kids can be cruel? Every school was a big top circus tent And the pecking hostelry went From acrobats to lion tamers From clowns to carnies All of these were miles ahead of who we were We were freaks Lobster claw boys and beard ed ladies Oddities Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle Trying to kiss the hurt parts of ourselves and heal But at night While the others slept We kept