Bullying
I need to look like this
I need to look like that
Is whats being sold
It's what you are told.
But what you don't understand
I will deal with, at your hands
Nothing will be defended.
Nothing will be mended.
And all the while, my biggest fear
In the future so very near
Is that you won't let my daughter,
Be herself, and enjoy laughter
She will feel hurt,
You will treat her like dirt.
And that is my fear
Yes, it brings me tears
Bullying is wrong.
Bullying is hate.
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