Posted in Coping Mechanisms, Poems, Revenge, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | 4 Comments »
What shall I do about Carla McFee?
The girl is truly getting to me.
All her mocking and taunting.
To face her is daunting.
Tormenting me gives her such glee
At night in my bed,
You know what I do?
I imagine her dead,
And suffering too.
I inflict on her torture.
She’s tied to a stake.
The flames singe and scorch her.
Her insides, they bake.
Or [...]
Posted in Indications of Bullying, Poems, Tattling versus Telling, Telling an Adult on March 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Monday his homework was torn into shreds.
Tuesday it took him an hour to come home.
And he said:
I found another route.
Wednesday his jacket was ripped and maimed.
Thursday he needed a very big snack.
And he claimed:
I lost my lunch money.
Friday he limped and had blood on his knee.
Saturday he wouldn’t answer the phone.
He told me:
I want to [...]
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 [...]
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