Gbim Gbim Gbim, punches threw her to the ground.
Vomiting; in the pool of her own blood, she drowned.
A cheerful lady, but like a sad clown, she frowned.
Attacked ferociously, she felt like one isolated in a lion's den.
In vain, she struggled to be free as though she was in a quicksand.
Calling unto her was her dagger to the rescue, but she declined.
Her refusal to indulge in examination misconduct...
Has made her a punching bag by predators, as heartless as a robot.
Her screams and shouts spirited them like fans cheering; to them, she's now a sport.
Disfigured, she was left on the floor, with no one to help.
Self esteem lowered so much that in a contest of low self esteem, her self esteem won't even qualify.
But gloom, still, she resisted.
Using her tears to wipe the blood off her face, she stood up.
Body broken, but spirit intact like a transplanted crop.
A cheerful being she remained even after being BULLIED TO A PULP.
VEE📓✍️
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