A Poem For Everyone Who`s Been Teased Or Bullied

I dedicate this poem to everyone who has been or is being teased or bullied.

Silver Cup

One day on my bike I got hit by a car

And was left to live with a facial scar.

I felt confused, I felt so low,

Life had dealt a mighty blow.

My mom, she said, “My dear, dear son,

Challenges are many, you're facing one;

This is for you with love and prayer,

So that you'd know I really care.”

And then she handed me a Cup,

With words inscribed: Hold Your Head Up!

Now I went to middle school

Armed with this, my new found tool.

Ready to live and take my chances,

I asked the girls to all school dances.

Some said yes, and some said no

I did not mind; went with the flow.

And when the kids mocked my face

I felt no shame; felt no disgrace;

I closed my eyes and saw the Cup

And read the words, Hold Your Head Up!

Then I went to my high school

I worked quite hard, and acted cool.

And got a job, and played guitar,

And dreamt at night of going far.

And when the kids mocked my face

I felt no shame; felt no disgrace;

I closed my eyes and saw the Cup

And read the words, Hold Your Head Up!

High school was over, so on to college –

That vast expanse of deeper knowledge.

Courses were tough; courses were fun

I studied hard and braved each one.

The big thick books; the camouflaged looks;

Suggestive tones; moans and groans;

I did not care, I did not flinch;

I stood my grounds, budged not one inch;

I closed my eyes and saw the Cup

And read the words, Hold Your Head Up!

So when life's cold and hard to bear

And no one else seems to care,

I close my eyes and see the Cup

And carry on with head held up.