Poem On Bullying - We All Bleed Red...

Maybe I can't write a sentence or one word at all,
But does that mean you can push me against the wall?
Maybe I can't read as good as the rest of the class,
But does that mean you have to trip me as I walk past?
Maybe I can't kick a ball as far as the best,
But does that mean I stand out from the rest?
Maybe I can't shout as loud as you can,
But does that really make me any less of a man?
Maybe I'm a different colour, a different race,
But does that give you the right to hit my face?
Maybe my glasses make my face look round,
But does that mean you have to throw them to the ground?
Maybe I'm poor, and have no money,
But does that mean you can mock me so your friends think you're funny?
Maybe I wear clothes by Adidas or Nike,
But does that give you the right to steal things I like?
Maybe I'll never win, and I'll always lose,
But could you leave me alone? Do I get to choose?
Maybe you don't care if I'm alive or dead,
But you won't be the one visiting a hospital bed.

If there was only one thing that I wish would sink into your head,
"We are all the same. We all bleed red…"

Anthony Kisley
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