So naive at the age of eight <br />Enjoying being in the third grade, <br />I had no thoughts that would negate <br />The beauty of life that God made. <br /> <br />School was there for learning <br />For making of friends, having fun- <br />Yet some came with gross bickering <br />For nothing that one has done. <br /> <br />She shouted at me for no reason, <br />I got scared and I ran away. <br />Hid in the little kids' rest rooms, <br />But she followed me on that day. <br /> <br />She chased, pushed me on the wall, <br />Her rage was so alien to me. <br />Though she was pretty, smart, and all- <br />Anger was her peculiarity! <br /> <br />Then a group of older students came, <br />Saw her shouting and pushing me there. <br />They saw that I was not to blame, <br />Then they said to one, 'Isn't that your sister? ' <br /> <br />I turned, saw my big sister there, <br />And Alma, the bully, got her shock! <br />She stopped pushing, under a cold stare- <br />Ceased the shouting and the attack! <br /> <br />Alma was sort of sick in the head, <br />But her kind, they always leave a scar. <br />There is a fear of the bullies we dread, <br />And the good in us they can mar. <br /> <br />All Rights Reserved ~~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.04.14<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alma-the-bully/
