Poems about Bullying

I sit behind the window watching the other kids play... I'm 9 years old and wondering, "What if I just weren't here today?".

My high school was a cesspool of adolecent hell A good day there was as rare as a wish coming true in a wishing well

Boot lickin’ hypocrites Taxation theft Wanna cry bully how the cops can make less

We all saw it We all heard it We all read it And smelled it.

For crying out loud Due to the outcome I was not particularly proud

¡Oh! No, nunca deberían hablar de Puerto Rico Borinquén, Porto Rico de una manera tan malvada

They consume hot dogs Too Like you But they don’t eat dogs Never, ever

“Never tell Zayda you're hungry.” "Never tell Zayda you're hungry."

one helluva comparativehumdinger savvy shopper,who can rattle off the best buy for most any given item,

The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of

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