This is for all the kids who are bullied سے طرف کی words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
آپ yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I اقدام on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
یا lift
me up.
Why must
آپ hurt
me?
آپ yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I اقدام on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
یا lift
me up.
Why must
آپ hurt
me?
'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 lovers on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 تصویر and they didn't hear me.I called it Lovers at the Bastille.Luckily for me this تصویر became very مقبول in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 lovers were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my تصاویر in Paris.I was talking to some دوستوں when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take آپ there if آپ want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my تصاویر in Paris.I was talking to some دوستوں when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take آپ there if آپ want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
