There is a bully
Who says things that are not true.
She tells people that I’m mean
And gets them to tease me too.
She pulls at my hair
And pours water on my shoes.
She tells kids that I smell bad
And hits me until I bruise.
She leaves evil notes
And draws mean pictures of me.
She puts them on my locker
So that everyone can see.
School is not much fun .
Lunchtime I’d rather not go.
I sit alone while they laugh
Quiet. Wishing to go home.
There isn’t much proof
That she takes some of my things.
So the teachers can’t do much
The injustice truly stings.
It hasn’t ended
And I’m tired of this mess.
Just a few more years of school
Then I will move far out west.
(illustration by Tulio ©2023 and redrawn by me. Childhood events of my kids and myself)