Poems about Bullying
I have awoken with dreamy eyes In too many unfamiliar placesOn warm exotic beaches - in inexpensive inner city beds
When you wake up in the morning what do you see
Gourmet style breakfast or a flatscreen tv?
When you wake up in the morning what do you see
Gourmet style breakfast or a flatscreen tv?
Among the halls of Labyrinth High,
Was a freshman who was just a short guy,
with the intelligence of a god,
for whom intelligence is the base,
it would hardly seem odd,
When he made
his first personal appearance
in the dirty alley
on someone else’s rusty bike,
Quick, walk swiftly through the halls.
But not too quick.
Stop, watch your back,
But not for long.