Letters to the editor

To throw me up against a wall, hoping that I fall.

To the ground, forgetting that I will stand up with the respect I found.

I don't enjoy being tossed around.

I did not want you thinking that I was easy prey, does it matter that I am white, brown, tall, short, big, small, straight or gay.

You don't know me. You're so blinded by self hate you don't see.

I know I am good inside, I know the jealousy you hide.

Being a bully is choice, there is a better way to use your voice.

Don't make me feel worse than you.

There was a time I did too.

I am okay, and you need to stay; far away. From me, let me be.

Take your horrible thoughts, and turn them around so the bullying stops.

I do not want you in my world, if your going to hurl.

Filth and pain at my soul, it will take a toll.

Mostly on you. You're the fool.

I stand tall against your words, I stand strong against your hand.

I stand..


Sheila Chatten