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A GRADE THREE DROP OUT

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I wrote a poem about bulling and my grade 3 experience I hope this gives you hope to stand up against bulling!
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                                                  *A GRADE THREE DROP OUT*
                              MAMAAMUMBABEAR
                               When will I be, and can I be a new person? Free of weight. And can I be the one to be free from her and the evil clutches that she has? Or anyone else’s. Is there a way of peace? Can I be free from bullying? Or do I have to start over again? I can't do math. She yells at me for failing, then yells at me for crying. Is there a moment in life where I can be a person away from bullying? When is the moment of relief? I remember the first time I saw her rotting smile and evil eye. It burned my heart, but why? I don’t know why she hurts me. Why can’t she just let me be? Questions I’ve asked for years. I wish I stood up before now. She comes and haunts me in the spring when her evil has sprung. My shelf life has passed, but the dry ingredients have been preserved. She has her words and hurt stored in my ingredients list.

                              No one will buy an old bad tasting product, so why will anyone buy me? She forced me to do her bidding and she put me down and ate my snacks, stealing my gifts to fix what I could not fix. Which were attempts to fix the damage she said I made. But it was the damage she caused me! To never rebuild. 5 years of destruction, but one moment of words that said, “don't come near me, stay away, I’m not lonely”. Tears of joy as my city begins to rebuild. We all stick out like a sore thumb, but she chooses those who notice it more about themselves.
                              The beauty of imperfection, the one thing we have, her disgusting appearance allows those with gorgeous imperfection. Let my wings fly and let me soar free! Bully, let me be! Sticks and stones may break my bones but her words really hurt me. Accusing me of the things I didn't do. Yelling, calling me names, tripping me, all things I had to suffer with. She said “Do you annoy me”? What kind of question is that!? A grade 3 drop out. 1 person who hates my guts, 2 who bullied me, and an insane “friend” who called me to settle a debate. My life, my world, my universe expands to incorporate more bullies. I attract people, people talk to me, they say things I don't really want to hear. The disaster I am. Blamed for when it is the bullies’ fault. For years the bullies come and find me. Stealing, putting me down with words, actions, and the stare that means I’ve done wrong. Nonverbal, verbal or the physical picking up of a six year old and tossing her over your shoulder. So it just isn’t me, its other people too. This was an unfinished grade three.