Her name was Elizabeth
She was a tiny and silent type of a kid,
With her thoughts strong and vivid,
A shallow happiness was what she could get.
Often bullied in school and made fun of,
She had been a loner and no friends at all,
When her classmates’ eyes roll,
She would bow her head and hear them laughed.
They thought she was weird,
Coming to school sobbing and clinging to her father,
No one liked to sit beside her,
Because they knew she was a bother.
Teasing wasn’t stopped,
Even teachers scolding her made her cry,
Without her papa, she thought she would die,
She’ll blubber and on her mouth her hands were cupped.
She missed school days even if she wasn’t sick,
Making lame excuses which weren’t believed,
Another day of being bullied was what she conceived,
But her parents convinced her that her teachers were meek.
She was just in the first grade,
So teachers would understand,
And they promised to lend her a helping hand,
Thus, happy days and friends were made.
Soon her grimace was gone,
And her gloominess was replaced by joy,
Her crying and silence was no more,
And realized that school was a lot of fun.
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