Poems about Bullying
I`ve never met a bully
not the kind I read about on this website at least
according to a recent survey
It started when I was six years old.
I got a haircut I regretted the moment I opened my eyes.
Every day it is seen,
Yet nobody truely see's.
We don't know where these kids have been,
We live in a world where social media has taken over,
where luck isn't given from a four leaf clover.
I do not understand
Why people don’t try hard in school?
Why animals can’t speak?
The wind,
a merciless bully,
Forces the trees into morning yoga.
Branches incessantly reach toward roots.