Poems about Bullying
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
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.
I feel helpless, Useless,
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: