No More - Poem by Tasha Young
I see through you protective shields.
Crash down to the ground scatter into a million pieces.
Fear boils way to high like an explosion in the sky on the 4th of July.
Wanting to stand our ground and tell them how this is going to go down.
No more bullying, or physical confrontations, done I'm through no more of you.
Leave my sight no longer afraid you can't hurt me.
Your torments, your wrongful sayings no more.
Just erase no longer taking up my time, nor running away.
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