Poems about Bullying
How can America be great when its full of hate? We say we are the land of the free, yet we are the biggest bully.
Monday,17,2016: she didn't come to school today, Monday,17,2019:
Bullying seems only to me to be The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me
Black Willow Tree They emerge to mate and then deposit their eggs on black willow,
Open. I see my window and the light shining through, I smell the toast in the kitchen,
I called last night You answered My voice shook
The more I wait The more I see 2016 wasn’t meant to be
This Little girl is, terrified of the outside world, today she is going to her first day of high school.
Dysphoria is like a black dog following me around, A bully or an animal waiting to knock me down,