Poems about Bullying
I'm black and you are white should I run Can we stop punching each other?
Why do you pick on that kid everyday? She may be feeling like a stray. Do you think it makes her feel ok?
I don’t understand
You may see a person that is being bullied. You'd would have been tallying. You stop and watch
There is something cold and dark inside of me. What else can it be called?
I look in the mirror and see the little girl that was so excited about growing up and I wonder what she would think of me now w
My sister always wore her hair in braids She would weave them in straight lines like static patterns
Bring the meat and I'll make sauce Producing a dinner most debauched I'm tired of self important pussies