Jodi Prati
THE BULLY

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You seem to have nothing better to do then beat me up
Getting pleasure from beating me to the point where I start to cry
I know I am small
Still, I am a human being
I have feelings,
I have fears
You frighten me with your fists
And bruise me with your words

It is my turn to fight back
Time to face my fears
Here I come packing a gun
I will take you down
No more bully for me
Bang!
One shot that's all it took

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(c) 1999 Jodi Prati. All rights reserved.

Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.