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There was a girl named Tracy Luke,
She cared so much about her looks,

She was blonde, pretty... slim and tall,
She loved her red lips most of all.

One day at school she mocked this girl,
Made fun of her looks, said bad words,

Then insulted another chick,
For being fat, ‘ugly and thick’,

Then barked at a girl who was black,
Called her a ‘colored, negro cat’

So this Tracy… she was so bad…
She bullied because she was sad…

She always had poor grades at school,
So she bullied, as though she ruled,

When she was done with junior high,
Her family told her goodbye,

She was moved to a private school,
Her senior years were not so cool,

She was the new girl, all loathed her,
For all were many times richer,

Days passed by, weeks and months would go,
Tracy was always feeling low,

The richer girls called her bad names,
Each day in class she’d be in shame,

Then one day she figured it out…
At her, her thoughts began to shout…

“Tracy, all the bad things you did
To those innocent and poor kids,

Back in your old school when you thought
You were ‘cool’ for the stuff you bought,

Are finding their way back to you,
God’s Justice, yes, is indeed true.”

So Tracy decided to stay
Patient, confirming her mistakes,

Until one day comes a new girl,
And Tracy says to her new self:

“Now this is my chance to amend,
Fix my mistakes, I’ll be her friend.

No longer will I be so rude.
I must be humble, not act ‘cool’, 

For I know now that what you do
To others may come back to you!”

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