Milk Money
( MILK MONEY )
I always get picked on, the bullies think its funny.
They push me to the ground, and take my milk money.
I hate getting laughed at, they torture my mind.
I try to get away from them, but they always find.
I dont deserve this treatment, the ridicule and laughter.
Sometimes I want to die, or get hung by a rafter.
I must face my bullies , and stop all the violence.
I must remain strong, and put an end to the silence.
Try talking to them, and see what starts their rage.
Show them that this aint right, being trapped in a cage.
I am a person that has feelings, and dont like getting hurt.
I dont like losing my shoes, or getting stripped of my shirt.
Bullies need to be stopped, before someone ends up dead.
It starts with the parents, and how they practice what is said.
Make a stand in your kids life, kick the clouds make it sunny.
Stop a bully from attacking, and getting your kids milk money.
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