Bullies Come in Every Size
They say the big can’t feel the pain,
That might makes right, that strength must reign.
But oh, how wrong such myths can be,
For giants cry as much as thee.
The smaller one, with words like knives,
Can pierce the hearts of larger lives.
A mocking tone, a sneer, a jest—
The biggest fall when put to test.
And what of women, soft and sweet,
Who play the game of sly deceit?
They wield the shield of stereotypes,
Yet launch attacks with sharpened gripes.
“It’s just a joke,” they say with glee,
While crushing spirits silently.
A man who speaks will face disdain,
Brushed off as weak, dismissed in vain.
The world expects the strong to stand,
To brush aside a heavy hand.
But words and whispers leave their scars,
Invisible beneath the stars.
For every laugh, for every shove,
There lies a need for strength—and love.
The size of bullies isn’t key;
Their cruelty thrives in secrecy.
Let’s teach the truth: that harm is harm,
No matter who may sound alarm.
The small can bully; the weak can sting,
The strong can fall like anything.
And though the world may not yet see,
Respect and kindness must run free.
For big or small, for man or maid,
We all deserve to feel unfrayed.
So end the taunts, the power games,
And look beyond our given frames.
For bullying’s wrong, no matter who—
It’s time we honored what is true.
