For The Brave
It began in year 5
I was only twelve years old
Thinking I was another kid
I was the black sheep in the fold
You called me names
That started with “N”
I didn't seem to mind
It continued to year 10
I repeated “I am fine”
That’s what bullies do
They kick you when you’re down
Thats what bullies do
They make you the class clown
It continues to year twelve
But I am even stronger
Little girls outgrow bullies
The name calling is no longer
That’s what big girls do
They finish the bullies’ test
That’s what big girls do
They show them who’s the best
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