9-1-1. . . Send... (The Bully-Watcher)

by IdTakeABulletForYou   Apr 2, 2007


Not
just your
Facade is
hurt;
I can tell that
your
whole body
is hurting as they
taunt you for your mere
eccentricity.
-- pushing you around,
laughing...
-- Having fun.

I realize that
I should
help,
but I know that
I won't.
I, myself, am
scared,
-- Scared of the ridicule of others...
-- Scared to bear the burden that you...
you had no choice to or not to bear...

So I
just watch.

In my head,
I pretend I help you;
-- I swoop down in
a neon colored cape,
with tights and a
Skin-fitted outfit,
picking you up off
the ground and
rescuing you
from their torturous
actions.
In my head,
I am satisfied with the
mouth-hanging-open expression
on the Bullies faces,
as I fly with you in my arms
across the sky and slowly
descending,
placing you softly
on the ground
to safety.

In my body,
I make no movement;
-- Stealthily, I watch you being
pushed around.
I fear
making myself visible.
I know your eyes would
pierce into my own,
hurt,
calling out for help...
-- Silently.

You're the brave one.
The Target.
Not running away.
I admire you
(in fear).
I help you
(in my head).

And from my
corner
in
the
play
ground,
I play hide-and-hope-to-not-be-seeked
with the bullies.
I watch as an adult
notices this catastrophe.
The man runs toward
and yells at
The Bullies,
screaming things I cannot hear.
It seems they are frightened,
for they scramble like
Mice
from
a
Cat.
I watch as the man edges,
defensively,
towards you. Unsure
of just what to expect.

I can see your
bruised face.
I can see your
Cold eyes...
your
Bloody Lip.
Your eyes are sunken in,
ghost-like.
They appear just like a
mannequin in a movie.
Lifeless.
The adult holds you in his arms,
fragilely,
Shaking you over
and over
and over
again...
muttering something frantically,
yet, indecipherably.
I stay in my
Hiding
Spot.
I watch as the adult
pulls out a phone,
and presses four buttons,
of which I have no doubt in my head
of what those four buttons were.

9-1-1... Send...

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    I haven't commented anything in a while, so for the lack of real words, I'm sorry...

    This piece is wonderful. The spacing is very well thought out and the sheer emotion in it just brings the reader to their knees. I think everyone has probably been on this side, regardless of if you've been bullied or not. We all went through second grade, didn't we?

    I realize that
    I should
    help,
    but I know that
    I won't.

    ^^ Those few lines made me as a reader feel horribley guilty. Helped along with my headache. Because it reminds me of the thousands of times i've seen it and it's still there...and i dind't do anything, despite how badly i wanted to..

    I, myself, am
    scared,
    -- Scared of the ridicule of others...
    -- Scared to bear the burden that you...
    you had no choice to or not to bear...

    ^^ I remember that feeling too. the feeling of being immobile simply because the fear is paralyzing. nobody wants to be the target. And as humans...we choose self-preservation, i think, over giving ourselves for others. Very very few people can stand up and say No. I love those few short lines and just how much they expressed within them.

    So I
    just watch

    ^^ I forgot to breathe. Just...amazing two lines. The spacing was perfect because I can picture somebody whispering it..this strikes me as a whispered poem..because it's so very very shameful.

    Anyway, lovely piece. One of the best Ive read in a while. :)

    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by HidinVictim

    WOW this is really good, and oh so true, it makes you think about how hard it really is to help others... i love the ending it was really unexpected, very very good... 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by AGirlWorthFightingFor

    This is really cool. echoing what other have said. feel like I've read it before.

  • 17 years ago

    by The Pessimistic Peabody

    This was pure genius, excellent potrayal of feelings and thoughts. I love the fact that you put a much needed spin on the typical bully poem, the twist of being a concerned but frightened spectator and not the victim in itself separates you from the herd. I also agree that the pauses were well-placed throughout the poem to heighten the feeling and it made it that much more wonderful> The story sucked me from the beginning, title and all. 5/5 only because there is nothing higher and I am soo puttin gthis on my favs. peace leader man

  • 17 years ago

    by HollywoodSmile

    Have you ever been the target? i have. i am.
    --musiclives23