She Stepped In
They hit my books down and pull on my hair,
so many just stop..they watch, they stare.
Why do they hurt me? I did nothing wrong.
This has been happening, for far too long.
That mean bully with the devilish grin,
I'll never forget the day she stepped in.
The pretty blonde girl I never knew
defended me from further black and blues.
One little girl who stood up for a stranger,
protecting me, put herself in danger.
I realized the damage one person could do,
but when she stepped in, other's did too.
After that I wasn't bothered again,
All because of that day she stepped in.
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