87: A Bully’s Tale

87: A Bully’s Tale

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Preteens

A Bully’s Tale

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

~Mother Teresa

My family moved a lot when I was a kid. I was always just a little overweight and we were poor, so my clothes were not the nicest. I was often tormented by bullies. I survived the bullying and went on to live a rewarding life. Eventually, I understood that bullies are usually unhappy kids from troubled families. This helped me to forgive them and let go of my resentment. That’s what this poem is about.

I am a big bad bully
As mean as I can be,
I like to beat up little kids
And steal their lunch money.

I guess you think I’m different
Than you could ever be,
But it is really not my fault
It’s just my family.

My mother isn’t very nice
She often hits me once or twice.
My father is the village drunk
Our house looks like the city dump.

They never taught me to be nice,
Or how to get along.
They never read me storybooks
Or sang me silly songs.

They taught me life is scary
And to win you must be tough.
So I am loud and nasty
And I handle people rough.

But if you turned me inside out,
A sad young boy you’d see.
I’m lonely and I’m frightened,
Confused as I can be.

I long for hugs and kisses,
And for an “I love you.”
Instead of feeling safe and loved
My life is cold and cruel.

So please try not to hate me.
Just stay out of my way,
And pray I someday get some help
To learn a better way.

~Cynthia Baker

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