Bullying

I sit down in the dreaded, yellow bus
Hiding my face with my trembling hand
The big kids would joke, they would swear and cuss
Their laughing and teasing I could not stand

I was short, that I have to admit
They thought I was different and picked me
I didn’t know I’d be bullied for it
There was pushing, crying, and a scraped knee

I was told, be strong and hold your head high
Speak up or fight and let somebody know
I was frightened, scared, I didn’t dare try
Oh, but I should have done it long ago

Ending my silence, I spoke up, spoke loud
The bullying stopped and boy was I proud
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Ajmal Avatar
May 22, 2018 at 10:04 AM
It s a really lovely poem, now a days bullying is really common and many people s are bullied, mostly the people who are different, in appearance, attitude, they become a target of bullying, that need to be stop and you re right, speak about it, remaining silence is only going to make things worse, share it with your parents, someone and make it stop before it s too late,
Ng Avatar
May 25, 2018 at 2:27 PM
Thanks! I was bullied before, so I wrote this from experience. It's nice to know that someone else understands the situation that a lot of people are put in almost every day.
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