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Brooke Weston CTCSee Examples of Our Work |
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Bullying Poem (Year 7) |
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I always thought that I was different, And now I know it's true, They always nick my lunch, And flush it down the loo They always beat me up, and steal my bus fare, Then they beat me up some more, Just cause of the clothes I wear You lot call them boys, but really they are thugs, I just get beat up for no reason, Or is it cause I don't take drugs? I really don't like it, It's really getting me down, I wish it wouldn't happen, I wish I would just drown |
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