The more she tried,
the more the other girls laughed.
Sitting in the locker room,
staring at her locker, “Ass Face”
Morphed images around the phrase.
It tore her from the inside.
Fretfully she pull ’em all out.
Rushed out and ran down the street.
Slammed the door right on her mothers face
and held her teddy tight.
All voice coming back to her.
They names they called, all heard sharp.
Humongous ass, fat armed bison,pig nosed.
All she imagined herself to be.
Standing in front of the mirror,
revealing her rather slinky body and chubby face,
she writes on her forehead- “Ass face”
“I realized that bullying never has to do with you. It’s the bully who’s insecure.-Shay Mitchell”