If you could change one thing about yourself...

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This is for all of us. We are so similar in our differences. We are together on this journey.

From a student who saw me a couple of years ago....

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  Jimbob Walter G-Dizzle

  Hey Dr. Fowlin. My name is Walter. I was the youth that introduced you at the Youth Conference. I have been bullied since preschool all the way up till my last year of highschool. I live in a neighborhood that is potentially african american/spanish in population and I am white. I have been a victim of bullying and racism for a long time. I also have a sister who is diagnosed with depressio...n and bipolar disorder, so I have been picked on for having the "crazy" sister. This is not a sob story, this was just me telling you a bit about myself and why I personally enjoyed what you talked about. If it is not too much trouble, I wrote something earlier today. It's nothing much, just a poem about depression and suicide. It is not my suicide note, for I am not suicidal, but it is something with a good message to it. At least I think so, and I was hoping to get some feedback from you
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  Jimbob Walter G-Dizzle

  there once was this kid named billy
  growing up he acted real silly
  always got picked on and teased in school
  all because he didnt fit the description of cool
  his clothes were plain with rips here and there
  and his head was bald cuz he shaved his hair
  everyday he went through the humiliation
  yet he stood strong offering no retaliation
  he'd get ambushed and jumped on his way home
  just to get hit by his abusive dad; he was truly alone
  till one day this young girl took notice of his pain
  she was easy on the eyes with manners unfeigned
  she tried to make friends, but he was too badly damaged
  he was a giant wound, one that couldnt be bandaged
  she tried and tried, yet her efforts went to waste
  she had no idea of the decision billy faced
  he suffered so much, he felt noone cared
  he thought the girl was making fun, so making friends he never dared
  see, the reason he always acted so cheeerful
  was to hide the sadness and how much he was fearful
  he refused to cry where others could see
  why couldnt they just let him be
  on the last day of school when he received his graduation page
  he slowly ascended the steps to stand on stage
  he looked out at everyone and plastered on a smile
  didnt make a sound, just stood for a while
  finally speaking, these were his words:
  "you all laughed and teased and acted so tough
  never once let up and thought enough is enough.
  so i leave you today with not hatred in my heart
  but complete forgiveness and a fresh start."
  he then pulled out a gun and put it to his head
  pulled the trigger, and before anyone knew it, he was dead.
  no shouts or screams erupted from the crowd
  but that one special girl cried so loud
  everyone was mortified at the sight they beheld
  for they knew it was their fault, this innocent boy was felled
  he stood proud and strong till his graduation day
  and finally found the courage to express what he had to say.
  
  for everyone who read this and felt any ounce of remorse
  that means you yourself have bullied and showed unecessary force
  everyone was created equal noone better than the other
  why must we hate...when we are sister and brother?

I am the smile and the sadness

I am the smile and the sadness...
Such is the elation, such is the madness.
New moons spin their dizzying tears,
And full moons erase my fears.

I am the smile and the sadness.