This Time Called Adolescence
Author: Ben Franklin
I face a daily battle in my school grounds
making a mockery of my face,
they grab my emotions and slay.
I have lots of spots,
one boy even picked up his pen and tried to play
As I walk into class you should see their faces,
they all point and stare,
put their feet on on the chair
so there's no more spaces!
The teacher always tells them off
but it only makes things worse for me,
I will be getting beaten up in the playground
while he's in the teachers office
having a cigarette
and sipping his tea!
If I didnt have these spots
I would be accepted,
they have made a cream for my face,
why cant they make a attitude changing
I guess I will have to pop as many as I can by
because this time we call adolescence
is truly bringing me sorrow.
------- Author's Notes -------
I have set myself a challenge this year. I want build up a collection of poems about adolescence. Be it from your first day,getting bullied,your first crush, puberty and so on. Thanks for reading.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Ben F (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 09:44 am|
but im not sure if I will put all of them on here.
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 04:32 pm|
peers can be very brutal ever notice they only bully the meek/weak when they are in a gang/group.. alone they have no power i have seen this when ever i assisted as ground guard on a play ground or chaperoned on many trips..tutored in classes in grammer schools well i hope you change your mind and place them all here...other wise HOW am I gonna read them :)
Sweetie ya know me i love readin' your words...many are wake up calls to open up ones eyes when we are too comfortable in our own lifes and forget to look at the big picture in life..thanx for sharing...Keep sharing..
|Ben F (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 06:46 pm|
Terrie*,i have been mugged and bullied,and yes they were never on their own,people are always big in a crowd. get them on their own and its a different story! thanks for reading,
|Megan (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 10:05 pm|
This expresses so much. Adolescence can be a very ugly and dark part of life.
|RinRin (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 12:47 am|
Great expression! *RinRin*
|Ben F (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 10:21 am|
thank you so much for taking time to read this.
|Natalie L (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 12:45 pm|
When does someone stop being a child and begin adolescence? When does someone stop being an adolescent and become an adult? When do we stop being children, adolescents or adults and start being human beings with emotions and intelligence instead of labels and nametags?
I can relate to your poem so much. Especially the 5th stanza. I've always been overweight. I wanted to change myself, because they made me hate who I was, but also I wanted them to accept me for being me, even though I couldn't. The worst part for me was the "verbal violence" because the bruises went away but the mental scars stayed with me. It's surprising how much damage the word "FAT" can do to someone’s self consciousness. That's what I was. Not a human being, just "fat". It’s taken since I left primary school until earlier this year for me to accept myself and learn to live my life unashamed of who I am and what I look like. Some people never get over it.
As awful as it was, if it wasn't for the bullying I wouldn’t be the person I am today, and I wouldn’t be writing poetry. That was my one outlet.
A little 6-year-old Natalie inside me is saying thank you for writing this, because when I was going through it I would have loved to read something like this. To help me know I wasn't the only one.
I think the concept for the book is really strong. Everyone whose been through adolescence can relate. Everyone who's going through it now can relate too, and wouldn't it be a great feeling to know you've helped them through such a difficult time in their lives?
|Natalie L (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 12:47 pm|
Sorry. Bullying is something I feel passionate about.
|Ben F (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 05:23 pm|
sorry you went through so much...but like you said it wouldnt make you the person you are today.
im so glad you are who you are.
lots of love
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