Will Not

Will Not

A Poem by Johnny A. Rojas

After hearing all the bullying and all the poor souls that have been lost because of whatever they went through i decided to put thoughts to paper


I took the gun out of the drawer

Stared at the barrel and wondered


I took the lock and used it 

I placed it back in the drawer

Nothing was more freighting 

Then the thought of using the gun 

Nervous I wondered back downstairs

And hid under the covers again 

Feeling of insecurity 

Doubt feeding on my brain  

I took a good look in the mirror 

And I chose to be here 

Then in a shallow grave somewhere

So here is my stance 

I will not give into your name calling 

I will not think less of me 

I will not turn and cry 

Cause you have this negative thought 

Or something up your a*s 

To think that by bulling me 

I will break down and give up

Your words are hurtful 

But I have a higher respect 

For my life and it’s worth 

So go on call me a f*g 

Call me a weirdo 

or whatever you prefer 

I’m worth more alive 

Then to give in to your lies

***Johnny A. Rojas***

October 18, 2010 

© 2010 Johnny A. Rojas

Author's Note

Johnny A. Rojas
Life is better than death

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Very timely and poignant - hard to imagine what these kids go through. This ends on a note of hope and tolerance.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on October 20, 2010
Last Updated on October 20, 2010
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Johnny A. Rojas
Johnny A. Rojas

Kissimmee, FL

My life crazy as it may seem, I'm happy with the reality of it and the tranquility that i know where I'm heading....It appears that i will break down but is making me stronger. My kids are my world i'.. more..