What experiences have you had with bullying?
I’ve been bullied many times before, girls talk about me aloud, right to my face, whisper behind my back. I find really funny when they whisper, and talk about me because they don’t know anything about me yet they always have something to say.
How do you feel about bullying?
I feel that bullying is kind of a crime. You’re hurting people, and sometimes it is just mental and emotional abuse. However, other times it turns to physical abuse, and it does become a crime. Other times I see it as harsh, rude, inconsiderate children who have no home training and no manners saying rude things to make them feel better about them selves.
What have you learned about bullying from this project?
I’ve already learned that even though I didn’t notice it but I’ve been bullied in many ways and I’ve actually been a bully before. I’ve bullied people by saying rude things, being mean and discriminating against certain people.
Film Project Experience
What do you think of this project?
I think this project is great. It has actually showed me a few things already and we just started. I would love to be one of the main actors.
How has the project been so far?
The project has been great so far. As I said, it already taught me things. I would’ve loved to be one of the girls who were picked to be the main actors but I wasn’t. I’ll just have to be in the background as I’ve been my whole life.
What are your hopes and expectations for the coming weeks?
I was hoping to be a main actor now I’m just hoping all goes well with the movie, and the making of film movie. In the coming weeks I’m thinking it should be smooth and I’m looking forward to doing the behind the scene’s film.
Poems/ Lyrics about bullying
Little Black Box
They put labels on my head; like those on a Ziploc bag.
They don’t even really know; it just makes me mad.
They don’t know what you’re going though; and they aren’t gonna ask.
They call me a Bitch; you know what I think it stands for?
A “B ” eautiful,“ I ” ntelligent,“ T ”alented,“ C” aring and “H” onest girl.
They say, “She’s ugly,” and “has she looked in the mirror?”
Sometimes I want to retaliate and say, “Honey have you?”; but they’d put me in a box.
My box is cold, dark, black, and lonely; and yet people think my life rocks.
They put on my label on my head, call me out of my name; and shove me back in my little black box.