The School Bully
This poem I wrote two years ago, came up on my Facebook timeline. It’s about a child’s experience of ‘the new normal’. We must NEVER forget what they did to kids.
The School Bully
There is a bully in my class
He joined us in the Spring
I used to really love my school
But then he changed everything.
He took away the dressing up clothes
The teddies and the toys.
He took away the singing
And the dancing and the noise.
He makes teachers open windows
- Even in bad weather
Makes us stand apart from friends
So we can’t play games together
Mummy smiles when she picks me up
- That’s how I always know she’s missed me
But the bully made her cover her mouth,
So it’s impossible to kiss me
Now break time is in “bubbles”
And I can’t play with my big brother
Stopped our after school clubs too
So it’s hard to see each other
Our Christmas play will be online
And no assemblies anymore
We wash our hands for longer
So now they’re red and sore
Now he’s told my older sister
That she must wear a mask
Says it’s for the good of others
And it’s not too much to ask
But all these things ARE a lot
Our lives have changed so much
I loved being able to hug my teacher -
Hold hands, play sports and touch
Usually we say no to bullies,
But this one must be clever,
He’s even got them putting signs up
So plans on being here forever
I don’t really understand how
He’s still allowed to stay.
No one seems to know how
We can make him go away
The teachers won’t stand up to him
To leave us all alone
Instead they say it’s for the best
And that we mustn’t moan
But my mum will fight this bully
And says other parents will too
She says I should be allowed to do
What children normally do
I’m only a child for a short time
And one day I will be grown
So she won’t let the bully win
And it’s good she’s not alone.
There are lots of other parents fighting
To make this bully leave
And when we all join together,
Who knows what we can achieve?
As with most people who write, I look back on this with a writer’s vicious, attacking self critique. The view from the bridge of growth, hey?
I see clichés and lazy, clumsy, obvious rhymes… …
BUT in its defence, I think what it has going for it, is the ability to frame a situation from the point of view of a child and in doing so is able to capture emotions and perspective otherwise difficult to grasp.
And people seemed to like it at the time I put it out. Often poems are so up their own arse they cannot be absorbed by those who most need to hear the message.
Julie the wordsmith strikes again!