THE BULLY

                                                                                               
                   THE BULLY                   


 He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, 
 Maybe yours,

 You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, 
 He still lives.

 He knows of many people and he'll meet many more, not a 
 Friend is he,

 I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my  
 childhood reality.        

 More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was 
 Special as

 He followed me through my younger days or waited for me 
 To get to school.

 He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who 
 Waits every day,
 Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the 
 Peaceful one.

 The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways 
 Are found out,

 Although he will lose his power, again he is born with 
 Another face.

 I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces 
 Of ugliness,

 He can no longer touch me, He knows i'm not afraid.


 The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

                                 Keith Garrett

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