Stand
An eerie feeling fills my spirit.
Taking over what was left of it.
The same routine took place.
Bully. Nerd. Aggression in his face.
"Why?” I always cry out.
Yet I never know what is coming.
More blows forced upon me.
I wish I could strike out running.
Something always says, “Stand up.”
I choose to close my ears.
Afraid of what else could happen.
Frightened in total fear.
Why this goes on,
It’s an enigma I don’t understand.
A cry that cannot be heard.
Heard from the little man.
I’m all alone in this cold cruel world.
With a wish that won’t come true.
For all of the bullying to cease.
Not just for me, but for you, too
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RoneshaButler
I am currently in an academic program, Upward Bound. I am on the North Little Rock Dance Team, I'm in Theatre Dance IV, I am also on Dance Troupe.Twice every six months I donate clothes to the Goodwill and Savers. I have also painted doors for Habitat for Humanity. This is an organization that donates and builds houses for people who are not able to buy a house. During thanksgiving, I help donate food to people who are not able to pay for a thanksgiving meal and take them boxes of food. While I was in seventh and eighth grade, I participated in volleyball, basketball, track and field, drill team, and cheer squad. I also received an award for having a 3.78 grade point average.
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