(Play Iridescent before you begin to read, it's down below.)
Hey, you know those words?
Yeah, those, the ones that you tell people everyday?
You know how you called that one girl fat, yeah, and remember that other girl you called ugly because she shaved her head?
Oh, and what about that other girl you called rags because her clothes weren't as nice as yours?
Guess what?
The girl you called fat, yeah, she works everyday to lose it, but she can't, it's a body condition.
Remember the one you called ugly?
Yeah, she shaved her head because she has cancer and everyday she fights for her life.
Those girls want to ask you something, please stop.
I'm not forgetting anyone if that's what you think.
Rags, remember her?
Yeah, she's my best friend, or was.
She's gone now because she was tired of everyone telling her that she was stupid, or calling her rags because of her clothes.
Do you want to know her story?
She was abused by her father, he came home drunk every night.
Her mother left when she was four and didn't want anything to do with her.
Her clothes?
Yeah, they're like that because she wanted to hide every bruise.
I should have done something.
She lifted my spirits,
Always smiling and laughing, even when she knew what was waiting for her at home.
You know, she asked me to tell you this before she died.
You didn't know, but that's OK.
I don't blame you, but for the sake of others, watch what you say to them.
Sometimes, they have it worse and that final word, can push them over the edge.
Just like me, but I was always to weak to compete with you other girls.
I have told you their stories, now it's my turn.
I bullied people, just like you did, but one died because of my words and I changed my ways.
I can only hope you will change yours as well.
(None of this really happened, I'm not a bully and I try to control my words, unless I'm around my friends because they know that I'm joking around. I just wanted to get my point across.)
