Poems about Bullying

The Bully came walking my way, I was about to be the catch of the day. The Bully teased and taunted me,
We all have the power to make a change,
School, What is it? A place of learning? Yes. A place of drama? Most definitely.
I would change the looks on his face after the torture: the look of
He's crying She's cutting They are running away All because you thought it would be funny to push them around

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