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Nov 2013
Body covered in the tattoos that are red,
Lips quivering, trying to speak the words unsaid,
The desire to exist has been latched,
Every ounce of self confidence and esteem has been snatched.


You begin to imagine that your life is over,
and that there is nothing left, to be savored.
You begin to say that you are going to lose this game,
and 'loser' will be soon be an addition to the list of 'those' names.


But sulking over the hate is never an option,
Just a friendly reminder, that every problem has a solution.
Do not decide to end your story with the hate you get,
Stay determined, fight for yourself, till the last breath , and rise above the hate.

There is no doubt, that there are going to be moments , when you will fall,
When 'they' will laugh at your failure, and you would want to end it all.
But, why not muster the strength to get up on your own,
and stitch, over again, every ounce of what has been torn?


It is now near time that you start to smile genuinely again,
because you do deserve the respect that you need to gain,
So, change your mind, get stronger, for it is never too late,
Promise me, promise yourself of starting it all anew, and rise above the hate.
Reach out to people who are bullied, love them , care for them, and help them RISE ABOVE THE HATE.
Pooja Shah
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Pooja Shah  India
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