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Ammaarah Adams May 2017
Words can hurt, make me feel sad
Especially when I haven’t done anything bad
Sometimes words that hurt the most
Started as a joke or even a boast

Your words are ghosts that haunt me
Calling me all things like fat
Guess what, I’m sick of that
Pains of your words has left many scars

You slowly **** me in every way but physical
I am left insecure, depressed
Now is it funny that you oppressed?
Are your jokes still funny now?

So don't be a bully,
It's really bad.
This poem is to raise social awareness about how one feels when being bullied.

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