there is always that one person
who just has to be the bully/
knocking children out, taking lunch money
name calling etc.

I have to admit they were good at it too/ never getting caught,
picking the most opportune times and the right prey–

my friend Sarah said she couldn’t
wait ‘til school was done/ adults
never had bullies/ Sammy, a co-worker
begs to differ/
he says the new boss has his ways.

how about evolving into a tree, I asked little Sarah–
she shook her head/ that’s worse she said/ trees can’t fight back

and the wind never stops blowing.

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