Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
I will never forget the way you jeered and tormented me.
The adults who surrounded me said, one day, I will look back on
those days and no longer feel the hurt that you caused me. They
Was it my fault? I often think it was. Had I done something to
provoke you one day, something which you never forgot?
Even so, what thing could I have done for your hatred to last all
these years? I dodged you in corridors, afraid of what you might do
next. I hid my face, and ultimately my tears from you, afraid of
how you would tease me next. I ran away from you on the playground,
scared of what you might do to me this time.
And everybody followed you, joined in willingly. Even those who
were supposed to be my friends stood back and simply watched.
Watched what happened to me. Watched how my feelings were slowly,
painfully, ripped to irreparable shreds.
When I spoke of it to others, they told me I was being silly; that
simple words couldn't hurt me as much as I 'claimed' they were. I
believed them. I hid myself away from them, thinking that I was
being stupid, that I was over-reacting. It took me years to realise
that they were wrong.
After the years of suffering silently, I left that place. I was
prepared to put my past behind me. I thought that this would be a
I was wrong.
Still I find myself surrounded by cruel laughter. My tears go
ignored, my pleas even more so. I tried to put on a brave face and
pull through, but it hasn't worked.
And now as you look at me, smiling at my grief, I realise why.
Cowards can't risk it happening to themselves.
Cowards can't stand someone who wants to change things.
Cowards can't sit by and watch someone be different.
How many cowards does this world have?
How many children can torment another for no particular reason?
Almost all of them, that's how many. All because of a few words,
placed on Earth for no particular reason.
But, even with an answer, I will never forget.
As, after all, no one ever came to aid me, no one ever came to help
- 'In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.' (Martin Luther King)