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.