Poems about Bullying
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