Poems about Bullying
Why do you pick on that kid everyday?
She may be feeling like a stray.
Do you think it makes her feel ok?
You may see a person that is being bullied.
You'd would have been tallying.
You stop and watch
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
A moment gives life
Twists us to pain
Grants us reward
Redemption
A moment strips us of dreams not yet had