A Bully In The Park

A poem about a kid having a bully in the park.

A Bully At The Park.



It was just an ordinary day,

my friend and I walking to the park not so far away.



There was only a few people there,

then a girl approached and started to swear.



We retreated to our base made of rope,

she looked at me and started to mope.



She swore and threatened me, I wondered why,

then people started to join her nearby.



I wondered why she was being so mean,

this was really unforeseen.



I was intimidated I do admit,

I thought it would make me weak to submit.



I was scared, but full of rage,

oh, how I wanted to engage.



I didn't say a word, not one at all,

against her I felt really small.



At last I retreated,

still hot and heated.



As I walked away she still continued to yell abuse,

I thought all hell was going to break loose.



Why did she do it? I don't know,

I think she was trying to make a show.



What I did, I knew was right,

but why was I still filled with fright?



--- Jas, 12.