Bullying has been a problem many have had to face from one generation to the next. In elementary school, I befriended a girl (whose name I wish not to disclose) that was continuously bullied due to her weight. Although witnessing the way people treated her happened seven years ago, I wake up every morning thinking about how she may be doing and how bad I felt that I couldn’t do much to help her. The elementary children would throw worms at her during the rainy season and she would try to use her black slimy umbrella as a temporary shield for her body. Tears would roll down her freckles and she would run to the restroom during lunch crying the whole time. I have created this poem for her, as well as everyone else who gets bullied.