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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Me
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