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Brooke Weston CTCSee Examples of Our Work |
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Bullying Poem (Year 7) |
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It's Monday morning, I walk through the door, The boys nick my books, They chuck them on the floor! I walk down the corridor, They are thumping me, My arms are all bruised, And so is my knee! They really are quite clever, There is noone there to see, All the nasty things they say, And the way they bully me! They get me into trouble, By pretending it was me, I know I didn't do it, But what will become of me! I am so unhappy, My mum thinks I am ill, I really don't want to go to school, I even take a pill! My friend says I must report them, Else things will stay the same, I tell my favourite teacher, Who says she'll stop their game! At last things are better, The boys have left the school, I should not have kept this quiet, I know I was a fool! I now enjoy my lessons, I don't feel ill no more, I'm glad that is over, I found it quite a bore! |
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