This documentary moved and touched my heart with anger, pain, and joy. For the reason, I was bullied from elementary school to high school. It was a horrific time frame in my life. I would be carrying my food tray. Suddenly, one of the other boys would just slap the tray off my hands. All I saw was other boys and girls laughing at me. Some kids would say to me, “hey nigger lips,” and call me a, “pussy” or “little bitch.” These words angered me more than anything. Yes, I cried many times. Especially, I would cry when taking a shower. I did not want my mom to know or to see me crying. It came to a point that I was not able to tell apart if it was water or my tears running down my face. It was overwhelming. I felt like there was no one that wanted to hear me out. I felt that people were too busy to listen to my thoughts. I did not feel a bond with any of the students around me. Yes, I was different, but it was not in a bad way. I started to see myself as being artistic and talented. I kept saying this to myself to get me through part of my years being bullied. Since no one was hearing me out, I had to find a way to help myself get through school. One day, all the anger and pain that bullies had applied in my life just snapped my mind. I cannot forget this day. I was sitting in class and some kid sitting next to me, “Let me see your homework, so I can copy it.” I refused to give him my homework. He slapped me once. I told him to stop. He started laughing. The teacher just looked over and said, “What is going on?” He knew what was going on, but he just decided to ignore. The boy slapped me again. I said to him, “I am not going to give you my homework. It took time for me to do this, do your own homework. If you slap me one more time, just watch what will happen to you.” He started to laugh. He did not believe me because I was the quiet kid in the class. He slapped me three times. Something in me just awoke. I stood up, made a fist, and punched him in the face. I heard a crack. I broke his nose. The class was silent. They were appalled to see me, the quiet kid, punch another kid in the nose. My teacher took me outside. I told him, “I did not mean to hit him, but he kept slapping me. I just couldn’t take it anymore.” I started to cry because I felt bad what I did. Yet, I felt proud of myself for standing up to this kid. My teacher just hugged me and said to me, “It’s going to be ok.” I did not want to hear, “It is going to be ok.” I wanted some action. I wanted someone to stand up for me, but nothing happened. The kid was suspended for one day. He never bullied me, but I saw him bully others. I did not have the confidence in me to defend the other kids. Now, I am confident. Sometimes, I wish I could be a friend with the individuals in the documentary. I want to speak to them and hear them out. They can hear me out. I want to give them a hug and say to them, “I know how you are feeling. You feel ashamed, pissed off, embarrassed, you question life and yourself, and sometimes think about taking your life. I went through the same thing that you are experiencing. It is an arduous process to wash away and break away from bullies. You need and you will be stronger. What matters in life is who you will become? Bullies will be bullies, most of them will not mature, but you are different. Yes, you are having a hard time with bullies now. You need to be positive and mentally and physically strong. You cannot let anyone put you down, never. I am your friend, your amigo, and I will be there when you need me. I am your friend, friends help one another enjoy life together, right?” In the end, I became confident and proud of myself as a person. Yes, my life was hell with bullies over years. I survived on my own. I want kids to know they are not alone and that life has more precious sides to share for people to see. Remember, you are not weird, you are a young artist in heart.
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