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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN THIS LONG AGO IN HOPES YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN IT AND STILL BE HERE



Online bullying?

when I was comin' up
it was up close
and personal
and in your face
(not Facebook)

one thing it does
when you're on the receiving end
is helps to build character

so develop a hard shell
kids
like that giant tortoise at the zoo
(and shine it with turtle wax)
and have some empathy
for your tormentors
for they are hurting
the same as you

and

consider the source

can't tell you how many times
that has seen me through

never once validated
or took their words
to heart

that's called knowing who you are

never knew anyone
of my generation
(them damn hippies!)
who checked out over it

cuz

there is a place
deep inside
at your very core
where no one can hurt you

find it

it is your strength
and your reserve
and one day
it will lead you
triumphant
into the sun




24 comments:

  1. Good advice...the hippies were too zonked to notice :)

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  2. Aw. I hope you haven't actually lost someone. Love your title, and this poem, and the lesson.

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    1. Thanks a bunch.It was actually written for every teenager I've read or heard about who ended their life because of this.

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  3. I love your title, though it makes me sad about who this might be written for (which is part of its draw.)

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  4. It is good advice to rise above bullying - not always easy to accomplish so such affirmation is important.

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  5. True. One should never succumb to bullying tactics.

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    1. This poem is also my expression of being at a loss to understand what it is about peer pressure and today's youth, as opposed to how we dealt with it back then.

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  6. I can understand that it happens... and still recalling the torment of being a teen... somehow everything seemed so much bigger back then

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    1. I know what you are saying. For myself, I think things were smaller back then...I knew that being a teenager was a temporary affliction, and that I would grow out of it :)

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  7. A good message. We used to say "sticks and stones may break my bones but names can never hurt me. But I didn't believe that was true.

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    1. We did say that. It was a positive affirmation, at least :)

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  8. I wish this could be all over facebook and that teens could see it.....I LOVE your title, one of the best ever...........you had a strong sense of self - that is the key. I wish all parents knew how to nurture self-worth in our kids before sending them out into the world.......great topic, Timo.

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    1. Thanks once again, Sherry. Unfortunately, social media may be raising a lot of our kids these days.

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  9. there is a place
    deep inside
    at your very core
    where no one can hurt you


    SIGH ~~~

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    1. I'll take that as a thumbs up--lol

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  10. Once upon a time there was Windows Spaces ... \
    a warm and cfing


    No matter how many meous ... one grows ... one way or the other... Love, cat.




    ommI still have 2 friends from that time ...
    the rest is history ...
    c.

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    1. "a warm and efing?" Will have to make my own interpretation of that--lol

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  11. A wonderful poem. How good that you found this wisdom early.

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  12. Bullying? Insults? Face to face or in cyber-space?
    __Accept those insults from they that affront... as complements_! You probably have a skill, a life gift, or an artistic handiness... that spurred that ugly envy of the insulter.

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    1. An astute observation, Doug. The bully senses something about his target that reveals a sensitivity, or an intelligence, or a gift--as you mentioned--about that person that will take him or her far in the world, while the bully feels inadequate and, more likely than not, will not amount to much himself.

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