I stand there and listen
To the boys cry,
He gets bullied,
I ask why?
He is different,
His hair is long,
That's no excuse,
Bullying is wrong!
I stand and watch
As they gave him a beat,
Stand on his fingers,
Take his shoes from his feet.
His eyes are brown,
His skin is black
What's wrong with that?
Unable to fight back,
They run off,
Leave the victim there,
He's bleeding badly,
But they don't care.
I run along over,
I wipe his tears,
I let him know
I'm always here.
He hugs my shoulders,
and won't let go,
I calm him down,
As I demand to know,
Why do they do it?
He's only small,
they beat him up,
And see him crawl,
I shake my head,
And hug him tight,
They're just jealous,
Because he's bright,