When first I walked to school I had no cares, I yearned to be
in company with those who could recite their ABC.
But I knew no-one there - of staff and pupils just one other
child's name did I know. He was my elder brother.
We learnt the rule of silence there. We did not talk in class.
Isolated by by the quietness we watched the hours pass.
And yes, I learned and yes, I joined in all the playground games-
but it is hard to play with those who have no names.
I went away to boarding school, away from home and toys.
An adventure that I longed for in the company of boys.
At that new school I learned their names and learned them all too well-
The names of all those boys who, daily, made me walk through Hell.
And sometimes in those days, gripped by my agony and fear
I screamed, and learned the awful truth - The teachers "did not hear".
I learnt the rule "Thou shalt not tell" and felt the school's despite
of one who could not "be a man"- who would not stand and fight.
It is easier by far to blame the pupil for his plight,
to close one's eyes and ears - to pretend that all is right -
than to see and hear the agonies of one, small, lonely boy
who 's learnt and is still learning that this life brings little joy.
If only teachers knew the truth. If only teachers cared
to look more deeply then they'd see those pupils who were scared.
So Teacher, do not move through your career as in a dream
but open wide your eyes and hear the oft-times silent scream.
~Schooldays, by Sean O'Donovan
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
~Bullying Is No Good, by PuppeteerFINthis work was a school project and we had to make a ad about bullying so I went with the extreme and decided to make a noose because sadly it's gonna be the result of bullying or it's going to be other method of suicide.
Friday, August 5, 2016
~Stop Bullying, by Erika Putri Kertistika"This work actually an unplanned work that maybe I wasnt expecting enough. It told us about the feeling of feeling lonely and worthless, you can see by her eyes.
Model by my friend, Call her Eby
She has a beautiful expression and Thank's for my junior who behind her.
Actually she was worried about something that she never told us."
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
~Wilted, by Amy W.
"Today's body expectations are horrible to fall victim too. Especially when the people who pound on you for that are also anti-LGBT. Really wanting to become transgender around these people is like trying to make your way through a hidden minefield."
Monday, August 1, 2016
~And I Worry About You, by Amy W."Pictures like this come to mind when I'm depressed. Cyberbullies take a great part in my depression. Too often I get told that I'm disgusting because I'm not 'normal' or told that my art looks 'stupid' or 'unnatural'. The only talent I believe I have is drawing so this really hurts me. I also see others in the same situation but it hurts because I can't tell them it gets better."