Poems about Bullying
The land of the free The land of the free? It’s funny,
There is a light on a hill, Gleaming in the distance, Do not follow their example. Do not visit their fire.
I asked myself, “Why?” “Why does she have to be my sister?”
Can you hear them Can you see them Can you see the wounds The wounds you inflicted on them
She is a child A child who smiles And this smiling child can smile for a while
I'm pretty sure we are all people, look at us. I'm not really sure why everyone making a fuss.
As I slowly scroll I read poem after poem about an aching deep with in the soul
By age 10 he had wished the world away. A child is supposed to have hope for the day, be bright and cheerful and never fearful.
Home of the free? Rather the home of the bourgeoisie
The Pink Bows wrapped in my Hair. The Carefree Smile I chose Wear. The Dresses, The Heels, the Jewerly Too.