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Let’s Make Strong Children

The phrase “be strong” is meant to encourage, yet at times it becomes a blade that corners a child. This poem reexamines what “strength” truly means amid the reality of bullying. It questions whether strength lies in physical power, intelligence, status, or wealth—or whether it is the state of one’s heart that truly matters. The repeated plea, “Please tell me,” is both a cry for answers and a mirror reflecting the values of the adults who speak those words.


“Let’s Make Strong Children”

 

You’re bullied because you’re weak.

The strong don’t get bullied.

 

They told me to become strong.

I didn’t know what was supposed to be strong.

Was I to train my body to fight back against bullies?

If your body is weak, you’re just bullied forever.

 

They told me to become strong.

I didn’t know what kind of strong child they meant.

Was I to sharpen my mind to outwit the bullies?

The jealous only upgrade their bullying anyway.

 

They told me to become strong.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change my parents.

Some are born with their parents’ prestige shining on them.

Even if they are weak, others—and teachers—shield them.

 

They told me to become strong.

But a child with nothing was weak from the start.

No strength, no brains, no money to compete.

So I was told it was natural to be bullied.

 

Is a child who cannot become strong a useless child?

Is a child bad for life if they struggle with school or sports?

Is a child wrong for wanting to be friends with everyone?

Is a child with honest eyes, who doesn’t lie or boast, a bad child?

 

Please tell me.

How can I become strong?

Are weak children simply left alone to be bullied?

Are they meant to be mocked and hurt forever?

 

Please tell me.

What exactly should I strengthen?

If a child is said to be different, do they become the next target?

If a child feels fragile inside, do they deserve to be bullied?

 

Please tell me.

Don’t the strong bully even if they themselves aren’t bullied?

Don’t the strong test their power for fun?

Aren’t the strong only strong because the weak exist?

 

Please tell me.

Isn’t strength of heart what truly matters?

Isn’t it twisted hearts that hide behind bravado?

Isn’t it warped hearts that delight in cruelty?

Isn’t it desolate hearts that can only prey on the weak?

Isn’t it weak hearts that fawn over the powerful?

 

Please tell me.

When the shameless speak, I can only doubt their intelligence.

When words carry no conviction, I cannot even nod.

When power is flaunted, all that remains in me is resistance.

When I cannot trust the speaker, I want to say—

Stop. It’s meaningless.

 

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