Posted in Cliques, Poems, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
It used to be I’d hop out of bed,
So eager to start my day.
But times have changed. I ask my mom,
“Can I stay home from school today?”
I find a lot of grounds,
To justify my stance.
I plead, I beg, I frown,
I do a little dance.
“My ears, they ache. My tummy’s sore.”
I blow my nose and cough [...]
Posted in Cliques, Poems on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Join my gang and you will see,
We’ll have such fun, I guarantee.
See that nerd, the one who’s shy?
I bet that we can make him cry.
He deserves it.
I don’t care.
The kid’s a jerk.
He’s not all there.
Over there is Marylou.
I tell you what we’re gonna do.
Start a rumor, let it spread.
I bet her face will turn beet [...]
Posted in Cliques, Empathy, Intervening, Poems, Types of Bullying on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Belinda Bates is a bully
A bossy, belligerent bully.
Though a beauty and bright,
She’s so full of spite,
But adults don’t know she’s a bully
“On please let me help, Miss O’ Neal”
“What a lovely tie, Mister Beal.”
She’s as sweet as canned spinach,
A fake to the finish,
Yet grown-ups are sure she’s for real.
But …
If they’d walk out on the [...]
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