Looking back on that time in my life, the formative years, when my personality began to change. After the school bullying was exposed and stopped, I found myself dealing with what had happened to me. I remembered keeping my head down, withdrawing inward. My eight-year-old self-esteem had plummeted. I was afraid to raise my hand or ask a question in class, but on the playground, I became combatant. I couldn’t explain why, but I was angry, mostly at myself. I …
Category: Poetry
Everyone desires and deserves a happy life. But in life, happiness doesn’t always come easy. One blemish in life is verbal abuse: negative words that influence how we feel about ourselves, feeling rejected and unacceptable. Words hurt if we allow them to. As a Fine Arts teacher, I saw children suffer abuse from their peers as I did as a child. I try to encourage them to endure by choosing to look above cruel words and search for the beauty …