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English: A key topic of this blog certainly is Bullying, and what can be done against it.
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Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts

Saturday, March 5, 2011

No uses los Palabras como Arma - Don't use Words as a Weapon!



I was asked by a YouTube friend from Mexico to collaborate with him on a video that deals with the topic of bullying by words, and the effects that name calling, insulting and any kind of verbal abuse has on the victims.

Ich wurde von einem YouTube-Freund aus Mexiko gebeten, mit ihm für ein Video zusammenzuarbeiten, das sich mit dem Thema Bullying / Mobbing durch Worte auseinandersetzt, und mit den Auswirkungen, die Schimpfworte, Beleidigungen und jede andere Art der verbalen Misshandlung haben können.

As the video is a Mexican production, my friend translated my part, spoken in English, to Spanish, which is a first to me :-)!

Da das Video eine mexikanische Produktion ist, hat mein Freund meine englischen Worte auf Spanisch übersetzt  -  und das ist nun wirklich eine Premiere für mich :-)!

The video contains music copyrighted by Sony, and therefore is not accessible on YouTube for viewers from Germany. This is why I upload it separately here in this blog. If you come from anywhere else in the world, please watch my friend's original upload on YouTube, and kindly leave a comment!

Das Video enthält Musik, für die Sony das Copyright hält, und ist deshalb für Zuschauer aus Deutschland auf YouTube nicht verfügbar. Deshalb lade ich es separat in diesem Blog hoch.
 
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WORDS

WORTE

Words …
… can be like a slap in the face
… or like a punch in the belly.

Worte ...
... können sein wie eine Ohrfeige
... oder wie ein Schlag in die Magengrube.

Words …
… can burn you like fire
… or freeze you like icy water.

Worte ...
... können Dich verbrennen wie Feuer
... oder vor Kälte erstarren lassen, wie eisiges Wasser.

Words …
… can be painful like a cut with a knife
… or deadly like a bullet, shot from a merciless gun.

Worte ...
... können schmerzhaft sein wie der Schnitt eines Messers
... oder tödlich wie eine Kugel, die aus einer gnadenlosen Waffe abgefeuert wurde.

You cannot see the damage that words can inflict …
… because there are no wounds to the flesh
… and no broken bones.

Der Schaden, den Worte anrichten können, ist nicht zu sehen ...
... denn sie verursachen keine Wunden im Fleisch
... und keine gebrochenen Knochen.

The heart, and the soul …
… this is where words can cause pain and suffering
… and even start to destroy a person’s will to live.

Das Herz, und die Seele ...
... das sind die Stellen, wo Worte Schmerz und Leiden zufügen können
... und vielleicht sogar beginnen, eines Menschen Willen zum Leben zu zerstören.

This damage …
… is so hard to mend
… and sometimes impossible to heal.

Dieser Schaden ...
... ist so schwer wieder gut zu machen
... und manchmal ist eine Heilung auch unmöglich.

Don’t use words as a weapon.

Gebraucht Worte nicht als Waffen.

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Monday, December 20, 2010

No Way Out



... without words ...

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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Daddy ... it hurts ...

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.



I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.



He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris,
I am three.
Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.



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I found this poem on Facebook today.
It was posted back in October 2009,
and it is being passed on there since then.

I posted the poem to my wall, too.
And I added the following commentary ...

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I pass this on, because it is important.

I do not need, or approve of, the
"if you don't ... you don't have no soul!!!"
part of the original message
[urging the people to pass on the poem].

And I don't want you to feel that pressure, either.

What is described in this poem, happens every day.
All around the world.
In rich families and poor families.
To boys and girls.

Just read this poem,
and feel it.
Think about it.
And then act.

By not looking away.

By helping.

By holding your own emotions under control,
and not make those suffer who deserve to suffer the least.
It is so easy to cross that line ...
Please don't.


Instead:


Be a bright spot in a dark place.

You are needed.

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