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Saturday, July 9, 2016

DEAR BULLIES, by ArtGurl2015

Dear bullies,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I cut my hair short. I'm sorry that I wear clothing from the boy's and men's departments. I'm sorry that I'm me. But... I'm especially sorry for you. You must be blind. Because you don't see the pain you've caused me. You don't see the sorrow in my eyes. That you are totally oblivious. I'm sorry. But its not my fault. I chose to cut my hair short and I choose to look male. But your choices may make you feel stronger, but we all know how weak you are. Quit trying to come out on top and just accept me for who I am. And next time you are about to yell "What the hell are you!" to me, think about what I might already be facing. My depression. Think about it.
Your victim.
~Dear Bullies, by ArtGurl2015
"This is mainly about my experiences that I have had with bullies and what I wish to say to them. But, sometimes I just don't dare face them, mainly because I don't care about them."

Friday, July 1, 2016

DEAR DIARY, by Rebelde blondeh

Dad came home earlier tonight
He hugged us all
Gave mom a kiss
He said his life loses meaning
Without the three of us
We all laughed and talked
Like never before
It lasted 'til sunrise
Then it was all gone
Like a fairy tale
Where witches don't get to play their role

Mom woke up on time this morning
She wore something elegant
And visited my school
When she entered the classroom
Everyone admired me
For having such a mother to look up to
Through the whole play
She encouraged her ugly duckling
To show her true colors
Even when everything is blue
Her aura of confidence
Encircled my being
She showed me I can shine
Just like she used to

Damien didn't bring his razor today
He went out after school
And had a good time with his friends
Fully dressed in bright tight clothing
Yet nobody cared that he is gay
For once in his life he didn't feel lonely
His dad wasn't a drunk
His mom wasn't a whore
He didn't have to go home crying
All in bruises, clothes tattered and torn

I was a good girl this week
I didn't drink, I didn't smoke
And I'm starting to eat
Today I felt confident enough
To look in a mirror
My cheeks were more rosy
The future didn't seem so bleak
Can you believe, dear diary,
that I gained some weight
I'm getting more sleep
and my hair looks fine?
I'm looking forward to changing myself
The results will show within time

~Dear Diary, by Rebelde blondeh
"Everybody should be equal. I am so tired of having to live up to the expectations of a world that doesn't live up to mine. Being different is not a sin and people should be proud of their diversity instead of wishing they were dead."