Fifth graders at Truckee Elementary are taking a stand against bullying. After reading The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes, they wrote poems from the three perspectives, Bully, Bullied, and Bystander, and then shared their poems with the class. Here are some of the powerful and moving poems the students wrote. ~ Mardiece Patrick/teacher, Truckee Elementary


THE BULLY

I am the bully.
I wonder why I do not have any friends.
I hear pain everywhere I go.
I want, more than anything, a friend.
I am the bully.

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I pretend to be cool.
I feel sick to my stomach when I bully.
I touch things differently and rudely.
I worry when the tables turn, and I am the bullied.
I cry for those who have been injured.
I am the bully.

I understand that hitting is wrong, yet I cannot stop myself.
I say bad things that hurt even me.
I dream about peace between people.
I try to ignore the pain of bullying.
I hope that I can pull myself out of this.
I am the bully.
~ Ryan R.


I am the bully.
I wonder if they care.
I hear a quivering voice.
I want them to feel like me.
I am the bully.

I pretend to be someone I’m not.
I feel angry, but more sad.
I touch people like I normally wouldn’t.
I worry I’ll be teased.
I cry inside, but not out.
I am the bully.

I understand that nobody likes bullies, nobody.
I say deep words I normally wouldn’t in the past.
I dream that I could start over again.
I try to be something I’m not.
I hope people will think about me being someone else, not a dense bully.
I am the bully, though I don’t want to be any longer.
~ Diego


I am the bully.
I wonder why I feel like I have to do this.
I hear encouragement.
I want to let my anger out.
I am the bully.

I pretend I like to bully.
I feel like I want to change, but I can’t.
I touch people in a negative way.
I worry that I might lose the attention.
I cry inside because of confusion.
I am the bully.

I understand I might be doing the wrong thing.
I say mean things I don’t want to say.
I dream of being better.
I try to fit in with the rest, but I’m an outcast.
I hope that one day I can change.
I was the bully.
~ Max C.

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THE BULLIED

I am the bullied.
I wonder if they care.
I hear the laughter of the popular kids.
I want to push the bully so everyone laughs at him.
I am the bullied.

I pretend not to be embarrassed.
I feel empty.
I touch the thick book in my hand, ready for anything.
I worry I will never gain any friends.
I cry in my head with anger.
I am the bullied.

I understand I shouldn’t be physical.
I say, “What did I do?”
I dream of telling my mom, but don’t.
I try to get out of his grip.
I have hope they stop.
I am the bullied.
~ Lucas L.


I am the bullied.
I wonder “Will this go on forever?”
I hear silence.
I want this to stop.
I am the bullied.

I pretend everything is fine.
I feel small.
I touch my tears.
I worry that I really am stupid.
I cry every day.
I am the bullied.

I understand nobody will stand up for me.
I say, “I do not care anymore.”
I dream of being popular.
I try to ignore the bully.
I hope it will stop.
I am the bullied.
~ Sophia P.


I am the bullied.
I wonder, “Will I be rescued by a friend?”
I hear laughter through the crowd.
I want to stand up for myself.
I am the bullied.

I pretend to ignore them.
I feel emotional.
I touch my fist.
I worry if I will be okay.
I cry silently in my head.
I am the bullied.

I understand why I am alone.
I say nothing, I’m trapped in fear.
I dream of myself standing up for myself.
I try to let my strength out.
I hope that anyone sees me.
I am the bullied.
~ Madison W.

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THE BYSTANDER

I am the bystander.
I wonder what I should do.
I hear my voice quickly fading away.
I want to help, but I’m afraid of them.
    I am the bystander.

I pretend that I’m helping.
I feel bad with my decision.
I touch the bullied on the shoulder.
I worry that I won’t do anything about it.
I cry for the bullied.
    I am the bystander.

I understand why he is getting bullied.
I say nothing.
I dream dark clouds.
I try to help, but I can’t.
I hope the bullied will be better soon.
    I am the bystander.
~ Sinjin


I am the bystander.
I wonder if the kid is okay.
I hear a cry for help.
I want to help.
I am the bystander.

I pretend I am the hero.
I feel sick inside.
I touch the bully.
I worry I am going to be the next target.
I cry STOP!
I am the bystander.

I understand that I can help.
I say, “Stop!” again, but it doesn’t help.
I dream of a land without bullies.
I try to concentrate in class.
I hope everything will stop.
I am the bystander, but I can help.
~ Clara


I am the bystander.
I wonder if I should step in.
I hear the meanness coming from the bully.
I want the bully to stop, yet I say nothing.
I am the bystander.

I pretend that they don’t exist, but
I feel all sad inside.
I touch my inner heart.
I worried that something might happen to me.
I cry and walk away.
I am the bystander.

I understand that bullying is wrong.
I dream that some day bullying will stop forever.
I try to make a rebellion to stop bullying.
I hope that people will help stop bullying.
I am a world changer.
~ Tyler D.

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