Today our #WordCrushWednesday winner is Isabella Wallace. Isabella “Bella” Wallace is a sophomore at Western High School, who appreciates all forms of art, but has a special love for poetry. Isabella aspires to travel the world and help prevent bullying in all shapes and forms. She dreams that one day everyone will be able to go to school without the fear of what could happen there, and uses poetry as an outlet to share her experiences with bullying. Although shy and timid, she has funny, heart-wrenching and powerful stories to tell.

Please enjoy Bella’s spotlighted poem My Love


My Love

I was never considered popular.

I never had the right clothes, the right hairstyle, the cool shoes.

It was just never me.

I was always that one kid who stayed in the back of the class, praying that I wasn’t going to be picked on that day.

Hoping that no one would come by and make me cry because they found it entertaining.

Dreaming that one day I would be cool enough to sit with the popular kids.

Of course, this dream never did come true.

I wasn’t pretty enough.

I wasn’t skinny enough.

I wasn’t funny enough.

So over time I just learned to deal with being alone.

I learned to have polite conversations and not care as much as I used to about what people said about me behind my back.

I learned that if you didn’t talk in class, most people forgot that you were there.

I learned that being alone didn’t mean that I was lonely.

I learned that it was ok to not fit in.

And as I began to realize this, I met you.

You were like me.

Awkward, weird, didn’t fit in.

We understood each other.

We shared our few funny stories and laughed together.

We shared our embarrassing tales and cried together.

We shared the stories that helped make us become who we are now, and became stronger together.

Don’t get me wrong, we were still loners, but we became loners together.

We finally had Someone who understood our struggles.

We stuck together through thick and thin.

We were there for each other when terrible things would happen that triggered awful memories.

We stood up for each other when others tried to take advantage of us, just like when we were young.

we became one.

You are my best friend, and while this may have seemed to be a poem of love, it is.

But not for a lover.


– Isabella Wallace