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This blog is a chronicle of my writings, my thoughts, my opinions, my life... simply stated my HisStory. Since its conception in 2005, I have been expressing my own view on things around me... stepped on a few toes and bruised a couple egos. But the good thing about life is we don't have to agree but we can respect each other's opinions.
Blogs I Read...
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Messy5 years ago
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In Reflection7 years ago
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First There's Lights Out12 years ago
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The End of Love Affair12 years ago
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TheSartorialist.com RSS Feed13 years ago
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I be on it early, everybody late13 years ago
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Dreams Deferred14 years ago
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Waterfalls14 years ago
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Opps...We've Changed Flights15 years ago
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Rihanna on Chris15 years ago
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About Me
- C. Baptiste-Williams
- Washington, DC, United States
- Continuously evolving, learning and growing... hopefully into a better me
2 comments:
When I heard this story last week, it really touched me. I never endured bullying to such an extent and my sexual orientation was never an issue during high school, however, during my freshman year of high school, one guy really got to me so much that I stopped sitting at his lunch table and abandoned the cafeteria altogether. I still avoid cafeterias in college as a result of the psychological trauma.
Restrospectively, I'm strong enough now to have dealt with the problem head on but when you're young, it can really wreak havoc in your life. How I survived my elementary and high school bullies, God only knows.
My heart goes out to that family and I hope that the anti-bullying message continues to spread amongst schools across America. Let's stop the hate.
This is one of the most tragic stories i've ever read and I really am tearing up because I can relate.
I was bullied until I was in the 6th grade and there were several times I wanted to end my life. But one day, instead of crying when I got called a "fag" or "sissy" I beat down a dude until I couldn't fight anymore. I'm not saying that's the right route to go, but we didn't have bullying policies back then and no one gave a damn that you got picked on.
That day, I felt like I did what I had to do and the bullying and name calling stopped from that day forth.
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