Bully
5th grade
I stood up to go get a drink
I look to my left and I see it
It which cannot be described by words
For words cannot explain everything wrong with it.
You see I look over and see him
I see him over the boy
The boy who has gone threw hell and back
Just to be where he is at.
He couldn't have done anything for he could not walk
And he was to shy to talk.
He stood over the boy taunting him
Looking down on him like a toddler who hates a toy.
He hits and pushes his chair
The boy can't do anything about it
So all he does is sit
Acting like it doesn't kill him
Like it doesn't kill him to not be able to do anything
He can’t even stand up to defend himself
Everyone's watching staring but no action
He pushes him off his chair
And he falls and hits the ground
Struggling to get back up
I walk towards and he thinks I’m gonna help him
He thinks I’m gonna help him torment this kid
The kid who can't even stand up when he got pushed off his chair
I walk over with a smile and he thinks I'm friendly
I get closer and give him a clean blow
So clean it shattered his nose
He falls and can’t get up just like that kid he bullied
that's still struggling to flip his chair rightside up.
I flip it over for him and help him get in it
He gives me a smile as I'm escorted out by the principal.
I still see it everyday
In the halls, in the class, in the lunchroom
On the bus, or online.
It needs to be addressed now I'm tired of it.
I can't take it not even a little bit.
Why do they do it?
For popularity,
For money,
For self-pleasure,
for what?
There's a thousand things to do,
Good men they could be, but they choose to do this.
To pick on the kid who can’t fight on his own.
If that’s you be careful
They’re no longer alone!