“Where did my voice go?”
No one really cared,
as the bullies attacked me,
my friends all disappeared.
I learned to ignore the words,
in my own silence I remained.
Inside of me was in turmoil,
feeling deep pain, at the shame.
The clever ones were covert,
as they disguise the jibes.
Nevertheless, I felt each and every one,
as customarily I tried to hide.
One day I realized I was not alone;
ferociously slapped across the face,
crying, intimidated and trembling,
she handed over her phone.
She and I became friends,
now in unity we stand.
The reasons do not really matter,
a bully is the weaker one.
We realized one important lesson,
to give us back a voice.
Choose your friends very carefully,
being together is greater than one.