There is bullying somewhere at the school. I have two bullying poems.At school, it's bullying week. On annoucements they tell us Myths and Facts. Quite interesting. Anyways...here are the poems. Just watching I was walking in the hallway when I heard a laugh. It was big group. Mostly they were all boys. They were laughing, over and over again. I was curious ofcourse. Afterall, if it's a laugh... Then it must be funny. I stretched my head to see what was going on. I understood now. They were laughing. At a hopeless boy. He layed on the ground, embarassed. Him yelling at the boys to stop. They laughed and laughed, pushing the hopeless boy around. They called him names and laughed. I didn't. It wasn't funny. It was serious. I wanted to yelled and tell them to stop. But if I interferred. Then I would become a victim too. I didn't help at all but watch. Watching him suffer from all the laughs. It's not funny, it's sad. Imagine someone laughing at you. It wouldn't be funny sitting in the red light. I turned away with my head down. Thinking about what the boy was thinking. How sad it was to see him suffer. I walked off and went to my next class. Wanting to forget. That whole scene wasn't right. __________________________ Mean bullies. I sat on my desk with my chin on my head. Class was boring. I had no interest at that time. Until when the teacher left...everything changed. I heard some guys and girls, whispering. I head a sound of paper hit the ground. Suddenly, I looked up. I can see paper being thrown at a student. One. The rest were after him. I watched, with my back rested. The poor fella, doesn't know what hit him. Maybe because of the way he smells, dress or anythings. Probably his academics. I'll never know the answers. Unless I become one of their targets. We'll wait and see.
