Are you dazzled by my knowledge,
or dumbfounded by my words?
Will you sit amongst the morons,
or dine beside the nerds?
Will you sip your tea and natter?
Will you make me feel at ease?
Or simply cause discomfort,
as you do just as you please,
you can act all high and mighty,
knowing nothing that is true,
but deep inside, you cannot hide,
Your weaknesses shine through.
It’s fine to not be nerdy,
it’s okay to not be bright,
but it’s not okay, to break my day,
with words to fuel a fight.
You can call me all your insults,
I’m sure I’ve heard them all before,
the same recycled book of crap,
you picked up in year four.
Telling me I’m worthless,
As if I hadn’t heard,
but thank you for the compliment,
of calling me a nerd.
At times I thought it damning,
at times it was a curse,
but through your shit, I must admit,
there are things that I deem worse.
So looking back,
and now I’m stronger,
hurt by vicious words no longer.
The bullies who carve forceful words,
are not as brave as freaks and nerds.
I wanted to start addressing the issues I’ve had growing up because that’s always a good place to start when trying to become a better person, for me the biggest issue I had between year 3 and 6 was the word ‘Nerd’ … I thought people were insulting me, and to be fair their tones were mocking and insulting, but the word itself just means ‘You’re smarter than me’ now :p
If you like motivational anti-bullying poetry I recommend you read/listen to One Hundred and One Damnations
Apologies for the profanity, I try to avoid it but at times the emotional attachment to topics like this means that there is no alternative.