Poem Against Bullying Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t really solve the bullying, jealousy is in everyone and sometimes with immense talent follows immense envy. They will be picked on regardless.” Signaling to Christan with a tilt of my head, he set my laptop onto the desk and pulled up the Bill. Swiftly turning it around and presenting it them, “This bill will be passed to every school that any sort of discrimination or bullying against humans will result in physical punishment and they will be expelled. I will have my soldiers go undercover and assess whether the wolves are following the rules, and I have appointed counselors for the humans to report to so that they won’t face this kind of pain anymore.”

I couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone calling me a slut, nor could I open my locker without finding notes reminding me of that label. With the perception that I was their "slut," some boys felt entitled to slap, grab, or touch me as I passed. Each time, I remained silent, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists, trying to walk past them without incident. Days turned into weeks, and I grew numb. There was nothing I could do to stop Reuben and Charlotte from rallying their followers against me. They were a cruel couple, and it became evident why Jessica's younger sister had struggled to cope. Fighting back meant more pain and further bullying, as they reigned supreme in the social

So I don't want anyone telling me they don't believe my books or complaining why the author is doing something's they dislike or hate. It's all to get to my main point and reason for starting The BULLIED Series love. Everything I put down had/ has a correlation to the main aim. Hence; the only time you can truly enjoy this book is to KEEP AN OPEN MIND. You need to read this book in the light of REALITY , and in reality anything is possible. Anything can and would happen and most often you can't do anything about it. So please don't be judgmental by saying ' if I was Iris' or ' it's not real' or ' I would never ' ... sweetheart it's reality. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.

Brandon I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up.

Or if I am being honest, my eyes shined with the true colors of a pure spirit. With that, I set both of my palms on the wall I was pinned with. And the next moment, the bully went flying away from me. I was not sure how that works or what it was called. So I named it my anti-bullying blast. I used it only on the bullies who tried to show their powers to me and try to get submission from me. I was born with the dominating powers, bitches. You can't ever have the satisfaction of my submission. Only if I could tell them before my power blast.

Here is a poem dedicated to this story by my friend, A piece of memory, a piece of my part, a piece that filled my empty heart. From getting bullied, to building my courage From leaving home to walking through the empty doors. Growing bit by bit, From step to step, Learning to live again by fulfilling my dreams, I say Years left by… Leaving my sight Never doing any wrongs Why the hell am I always wronged? Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault?

“ Okay,’’ the teacher signaled the people who were clapping at her poem before handing over my book. DEMI GOD Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections Your breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken hearts. The girl finished reading my book and the whole class kept quiet, this was a big disappointment. The poem was only supposed to be one stanza, about love. The bully turned around and looked at my seat with a blank expression, he seemed confused, wasn’t it obvious, it was a poem that I had written for him.

In my mind I pleaded for her to change me, I needed to get away from this guy. "Is there any particular reason dear?" She asks and I sigh, if only she knew. I cant exactly tell my teacher I've been having an intimate toxic affair with the boy who bullied me for the past six years. "We don't work well..." I try to find another reason to convince her but I'm startled as an arm drapes around my shoulder. "She's just joking Miss come on Ayla lets go work." I hear and tense, of course it's him.

Why does his dad never see his achievements. "Good morning everyone, I hope you're having a great day. Today, my message is for bullies. I've heard of bullying going on here in Royal High. I will not go easy on anyone that plays with anyone's emotion or physical abuse. You'll be in real trouble" he speaks. "We are creating a club called anti bullying. Please support. Thank you" he said. I started clapping my hands before everyone follows. He walks off the stage and back to his seat. "Thank you Mr president. Please support. You may go back to your various classes. Thank you all for your time" the principal said.

In fact, I place both my hands on my waist as I stand at akimbo, ready to defend myself verbally. “We should leave the couple alone.” I hear a man say and many others agree. Soon, the entire room is empty except for the latest couple in the pack or whatever they call their community. We still continue our glaring contest. “Are you blind or just stupid? Couldn't you see I was having a meeting?” He yells but I am not fazed by his yelling. Instead, I take a step closer and yell back. “Are you a psychopath or just a bully? Don't you know I am my own person with my own plans?” I ask him with the same vigour he uses.