My name is Tiffany James, I am a professional Storyteller. I just read the article about Rebecca Sedwick ten min ago, I thought about 14 year old, Lamar Hawkins II, who took his life last month and I began to write this story. if you have been bullied we want your to be voice heard or if you want to be a voice for the voiceless, this how you can help, before the ending signature Love, a life that could have been Add a line, tag me, and repost, please no foul language , I really want to be a voice for those who feel voiceless. If you have been bullied add a line and help us be your voice. I will keep this going until we complete the story. If you have any questions in box me or email me at encouragetouch@yahoo. My heart and prayers are with her family and all those who lost their life. I want this story to speak for all those who took their life due to bullying. Lets keep posting every time a line is added: HEAR ME, SEE ME, I CAN NO LONGER BE SILENT I had a voice, but yet I remained voiceless; you silenced my attempts with your cruel remark, your smirks, your evil stares that clearly warned me, “speak if you dare.” So I dared not speak, when I knew I would not be heard. Broken silence now; do you hear me? Fragmented pieces of my life; do you finally see me? I once had a hope, a hope to be seen and even heard, a hope to be treated like a human being, but over and over again my hope was deferred. I actually once wished I was like you, one that could put a person down, get a crowd aroused, injure another peer with my bare hands, and have a thousand tweets, to mention Facebook fans, so that I would not have to feel the pain of worthlessness. Yet, I could not be that girl because hidden within every clamshell is a beautiful pearl. Yet, I could not be that boy because in spite of how you treat me, I understand that a person life is not some cheap toy. Broken silence now; do you hear me? Fragmented pieces of my life; do you finally see me? I know many would say that I am a coward, many would say my death was senseless, but if by my death I can get just one bully to stop and listen - then my life has a purpose and a mission! I now have a voice; yes spot light is on me…. I am the talk of the school, I am the tears shed, I am the unfortunate tragedy, I was an innocent soul, a fragile heart; a bleeding vessel. I took too many bullets, I was a wounded soldier, a dying destiny, I could no longer show up for duty. The saddest part of my life is that you never knew me, I was someone if you took the time to know me that you would have like me, In the end, all I wanted was a friend Love, A life that could have been
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 06:28:45 +0000
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