Peering out from my hiding place,
The smell of humiliation in the air,
I watched the boy in the green shirt,
Shivering in the mud,
Confidence melting away
Like my untouched ice cream cone
Dripping onto the pavement.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem of any length or style using these words.
Melting
Mud
Shivering
Green
Smell
Pavement |
Author Notes
In every bullying situation there are three players or more: the bully, the victim, and the bystander. This poem illustrates the viewpoint of the bystander, an often overlooked person who can be just as deeply affected as the others.
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