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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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