Bad Bad Bullying
sweat beads down my face
my stomach churns
my brain a flurry
trembling
anxious
depressed
and nervous
walking up all i could think about was his fist
"no longer can you intimidate me" i say
looking at me, "no" he says
he swings one last time
landing on the floor, my head bounces off the ground
inevitably, i go into my long sleep
Bullying has been a big part of my life and everytime that I remember my bullies, I block it out, therefore the long sleep mentioned in my poem. Because of my past bullying experiences I have started a clothing company called X to the Fourth, which is creating a community around bullies to try and smoke them out of existence. The clothing line is just not about the clothes, it is about the community.
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