Poems about Bullying
Hey Jolie, you think it's fun and cool to call me names and question me why I have friends sometimes even telling me I don't deserve them
You go to school
You put your books and book bag in your locker
While you get the stuff for your next class
They call you “the bully”,
I call you my friend.
They don't like you for your body,
Flesh and bone
that wonders through the land
killing emotions
environment unaware of the circumstance.
The least racist person is a racistThe least fascist person is a fascistThe least criminal is a murderer