They Call Me a Bully
They call me a Bully
but I think they must be blind,
I'm the one who is bullied
People don't seem to mind;
They call me dangerous
but it seems to me it's really them,
The abuse is directed at us
ignorance is this problem's stem;
They say there is no hope, no chance
we are supposed to be destroyed,
A circle of misinformation such a sad dance;
We have feelings, even if we have no voice;
They call me a Bully
but we are the bullied who pay
We beg you stand up for us, love unconditionally;
That is how we love, every single day.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2015
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