Poems about Bullying
Stuffing kids in cold metal lockers
like sweaters in a box
The monarch of this corrupt kingdom
Be careful where you are stepping
It’s hard to see with your chin so high
And be careful not to look so deep
Little Marco is the smartest boy in his class.
Other kids think he's weird all because he doesn't like to start trouble.
I was once untouchable, until he touched me and took everything.
All he had to do was lift a finger to cast my soul dead.
The dark sky is filled with strange dark clouds
Every night it’s hard for me to sleep
Dreaming of being attacked
So scared and diminutive
she looked craddled in that corner...
completely unresponsive
with short quick spasms