Poems about Bullying

When I was younger I would always complain how I wanted to be an a
one day your walking on a road  feeling low as a toad and you look really sad beacause people said you look bad
Pillow talk      If my bed could speak 
Welcome to Society We hope you enjoy your stay And please feel free to be yourself
Have you ever seen a beautiful man that is such a disaster?
Respect My Name I don't play no games Got chicks looking at me like I'm Mary Jane
as a child my B-Word was  bubbles. bubbles and bubblegum and butterflies and buttercream frosting.
Let It Be Beautiful By: Tyana Aitofele Rumors stain impressions like blood on the walls
Change is going from childhood With blind Faith and innocence, To youth, unprepared to face their challenges.
"I'm here."  

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