Poem Against Bullying Novels & Stories

“You’re the best person for this. Handle it swiftly, and ensure justice is served.” I blinked, trying to absorb his words. Me? The best person? It felt like my heart was about to leap out of my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was pride or nerves. Maybe both. “Are you really sure?” I asked again, needing to hear it one more time. “Yes, I am,” he replied firmly. His voice carried a tone of finality, like there was no room for doubt. “What you just said means that you are against bullying. The punishment is expelling from the pack.”

“I thought you loved hockey so much, you can’t afford to lose it.” Jace’s face turned sullen slowly, his jaw tightened. I could feel he was stuffing it all in, refusing to let it out. I tried to think of what to say again to convince him but then my phone rang beside me. I paused and turned to look at the screen. Quinn texted. ‘Have you seen this?’ I picked up my phone and clicked on the link she sent afterward. It was a video of one of the boys on the team, telling everyone how he was bullied by Jace and how the coach tried to bury it all because of the Carters’ family.

But what was he thinking? It's the first time he laid a close look on Gabbie. "I was lost for a while there," he whispered to himself. "She's damn beautiful," he ended. 🔸🔸🔸 Have you been bullied before? If yes, then allow me to comfort you since we've been through the same. Bullying has always been a serious case so don't be afraid to raise your voice, protect your rights. Whenever you feel down, just remember that you are the lead character of your story thus never let antagonists ruin your crown.

A mouth is difficult to say a hundred words, let alone the people who are mocking him are all adults, and there are many. "Can you guys stop going? You're over thirty yet bullying a boy who's barely half his age. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? Don't you think you are so cowardly that you bullied a boy less than half his age and dragged three or four people in? Hit the council. You should be fired soon for daring to bully president Mark's son." "Is he the son of president Mark?" "Why are you scared? Don't worry that your words have been fully recorded by me without missing a word. Then you don't have to work here, you are free to tattoo other's poems implying east and west, using their own

I said as I walked towards his school. "No. You are going to make it worse." He said as he confronted me. "Tch! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fight for my brother." I said, with a serious expression. "Because it's only going to make me look like a baby." "You should bask in my love and protection while I am still alive. You should say no to bullying. If you can't fight on your own, let those who can fight for you, fight!" I said as I walked into the school.

Students, as well as staff, were laughing in the background. I remember when the video was taken. It was about a year ago, and one of the students recorded Keith bullying me on their phone. "The reason I am showing you this video is to prove my point. How can Princess Ebony be Queen when her own Mate sees her as weak and Pathetic," She said and ended the video. "Ebony," Keith said worriedly. "Excuse me, everyone," I said before walking out of the office . I didn't want to admit it but seeing that video brought back a lot of horrible memories of what Keith used to do to me. I couldn't help the tears that began to fall from my eyes, thinking about everything.

"This is regarding the poem you wrote for the 'The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword' contest in grade 8." Bile rose in my throat as memories flooded back. I had poured my heart into that poem. The theme that year had been personal growth, empathy, and anger. I did not want to be reminded of my mother because she had been the subject matter of the poem in question. But hearing Cupid's inquisition about the poem caused a sense of unease to wash over me. How did they even know about that poem? And why were they bringing it up now?

I continue to encourage him, “Point your finger at them! Use your words to confront them! Ask them why they blame you for stealing their pants! It wasn’t you who stole them!” “Right!” Jamie jumps agitatedly, he uses one hand and points at the plushies and screams at them, “I was innocent! I was just a child! Why did you bully me!? I loved you so much! I wanted to befriend you! All I asked was just for you to protect me in my sleep! But why did you excuse me for stealing your pants! It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! You DUCKING DUCKS!” Seeing him jumping on his feet in fear, yet taking a step out of his old shade by yelling indignantly at the things he was most afraid of, a big bright smile cracks

I hear a few students laughing because I know they can relate. “All those little pitfalls that hit us all in high school and we all had our own ways on how to deal with it alone. Let me not forget to thank those people who were poking fun of me and bullying me because I wouldnt be as brave as I am now without them. The bullies who loved seeing people getting bullied because they know that’s the only thing they are good at. To those people who still experience bullying up until today, get up on your feet and fight for what you believe in. Fight for yourself and don't let other people bully you because all of us are equal.”

. I came home covered in dirt, crying miserably. Because we were poor, my pencil case was made by my father with cardboard. He was good at drawing and drew beautiful flowers on the pencil case. I liked it and cherished it. One day, those two bullies wet my pencil case with water. I got angry and grabbed the teacher's ruler, continuously whipping them with it... I kept whipping them as they ran away, I chased them without hesitation. I left whip marks on their bodies, some even bled. I think I was crazy at that time, I didn't even know where I got the courage to fight back, because those bullies often acted in ways that annoyed the teacher. I would only get scolded a few times, and after scho