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'...Only One Me'. ANTI-BULLYING poem

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Published on Nov 19, 2012

Title:'...Only One Me'
Written by: Sean Mauricette, a.k.a. SUBLIMINAL
Performed by: Bliss Carmen Middle School's, Grade 8 class

Sean Mauricette, a.k.a. SUBLIMINAL was asked to deliver an anti bullying presentation at a middle school in Toronto. At 2:30 am Subliminal woke up in the middle of the night and created a poem for his presentation entitled, 'Only One Me'. The main message in the poem is to encourage youth to embrace what it is that makes them unique and appreciate it, while touching on issues of anxiety, depression and other feelings our youth may be faced with when being bullied. Special thanks to the students at Bliss Carmen Middle School in Toronto for helping to make this poem possible.

Enjoy,

...and lets stop the bullying.

www.LIFTourYouth.com

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...ONLY ONE ME

Sticks and stones may break my bones but names can leave me with nowhere to go.
With nowhere to go, I become alone,
6 friends, 2 friends, no friends so....
I dive deeper into this dark depression,
my parents don't know they are under the impression.
That everything's ok, that mark on my arm,
was an accident. I fell. No need for alarm.
In actuality I was pushed, and mentally ambushed,
to get home I'm in a rush, my confidence is slowly crushed.
No one to talk to, no friends, and who would understand?
These names are cutting deeper, I guess that was their plan.
They mocked me, called me names, every day I'd get dissed,
now I'm skipping school, I'm anxious, they got their wish.
I wish they could see how their words completely changed my life.
sticks and stones may break my bones but...who knows maybe they're right?
I do look different, my voice is strange,
I'm not tall enough, my laugh is insane.
My writing is messy, my shoes look old,
my drink is hot, my lunch is cold.
I don't even know if I should bother to go to school,
I don't know why I'm here in a world so cruel.
But if I wasn't here and I didn't exist,
you'd never hear my words, or poem quite like this.
My story is unique, my story is me,
I can spend a lifetime trying to please you, or I can just be.
The person I see in the mirror everyday,
not perfect but who is? No one, and that's okay.
My voice is deep but I can sing a tune,
I'm a little on the short side but starting to fill out my shoes.
I'm growing and changing, evolving lets agree,
sticks and stones may break my bones, but still there's only one me.

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