Let me tell you some tales not often heard,

Because the people affected don’t say a word,

Those that do are ridiculed and tormented,

And those that say nothing are left hurt and dented,

So let’s get started shall we? Open your ears,

And pay close attention Through the Years,

 

In 2016 people were too distracted by the campaign,
And didn’t notice the 14 year old girl in pain,
As her Uncle held her down in her home,
And took advantage of the fact that she was alone,
Her parents were too busy marching for rights,
While their daughter was at home trying to fight,
Fight off this man that she knew so well,
But never once would he see a jail cell.
Because she had no choice but hold her tongue,
This is what we put in their heads so young,
Hide your flaws and hide you scars,
Because it’s not your reputation that’s hurting, it’s ours.

This happens day after day,

Most of the victims choosing not to say,

Say that they were ripped of their purity,

Forced too quickly in the world of maturity,

And this 14 year old girl is just one example,

But trust me, the number of cases is ample,

Back to the girl who, reminder, was raped,

Because of this she was permanently shaped,

She was broken because of this strife,

And in the end, she took her own life,

And her uncle, the one who caused all this,

Sat there at her funeral and pretended to miss,

Miss the girl that he aggrieved,

While her parents sat in the front and grieved,

But never mind this, her story is done,

Because he had the power, and she had the gun.

 

In 2017 many people are angry,

The bars are full and the gyms are empty,

But I guess when you look at it what else is new?

We’re stuck in a rut and don’t know what to do,

People drinking their feelings and can’t sober up,

Less focused on problems more focused on cups,

Cups of fake happiness and distractions all around,

And their children are afraid as they’re homeward bound,

Because Dad gets angry, and mom gets depressed,

She goes to her room and dad handles the rest,

As his one little boy cowers in fear,

At the sight of his drunken father coming near,

He asks his father what he’s done wrong,

He was supposed to be cleaning but he took too long,

He raises his half full beer bottle high,

And all the little boy could scream was why,

As he braced himself for yet another scar,

The bottle smashed across the wall not too far,

From his childish complexion that was battered and bruised,

He is one of so many children constantly abused,

He doesn’t do sports, and he doesn’t do gym,

He doesn’t want people to see the marks left on him,

He is ashamed and he feels it’s his fault,

He feels he deserves all of this assault,

He thinks he’s a burden, that they’d be better off,

If he was just gone, his final payoff,

Maybe everyone would just stop hurting,

No one was helping, no one was averting,

How could they? He was quiet no one saw,

No one saw his blisters, and his skin that was raw,

He decided that night that he was tired and done,

And 4 hours later, alone there he hung,

All that boy needed was someone to hear,

But he pushed them away, again cowered in fear,

Just because his dad had far too much beer,

And no one would show him what to us is clear,

It wasn’t his fault, but now it’s too late,

He ended his story; decided his fate.

Now 2018 and people don’t realize,

They don’t care about your personality, Just the gap between your thighs,

You’re forced to conform, or suffer the consequence,

They’ll snap and lash at you, ripping apart your self-confidence,

We’ve all been to High School, we know what it’s like,

Some of us the hammer, and some of us the spike,

Our words don’t hurt anyone, they say it’s a joke,

But what they don’t see is all the pain they invoke.

 

The girl sitting alone at lunch, she is sad and weak,

She’s been called fat so many times she refuses to eat,

She starves herself so much she was brought in because she fainted,

Just because some girls made fun of her, and make sure her view of herself is tainted,

Her parents are worried about her but she refuses to explain,

Why she’s hurting herself and causing herself so much pain,

They know that it’s school but they don’t know what to do,

She won’t tell anyone names, but they need to know who,

The principal is saying there’s no information and nothing he can stop, 

So those girls get away with it, and continue to be over the top.

They plan an anti-bullying assembly, for people to “see that this is a real problem,”

Saying that they will be here to talk, and to get to the bottom.

 

The girls target a boy, because the boy has two dads,

And for some reason the world thinks that’s so bad?

They tell him it makes sense that nobody wants him,

Not even his real mother, who put him up for adoption,

The whole hallway laughs, thinking that it’s funny,

As the boy runs towards the bathroom, his eyes red, his nose runny,

Use the girls room, gay-boy, yells one of the jocks,

He runs into a stall, slams the door and locks,

The next morning the news shows on every screen on every station,

Boy kills self in front of whole school in assembly, played across the nation,

And those same girls are getting interviewed and guess what they said?

We can’t believe that he’s gone, he was such a good friend.

 

It’s 2019 and people need to see,

This is the world surrounding you and me,

We need to take charge before it’s too late,

People continue to hurt others, and continue to berate,

One person, can make or break another,

So we need to take care, and help each other,

Because these people along with many more,

Could’ve been saved, but we chose to ignore,

This is our chance, the start to a new year,

So learn to listen, not just to hear.