Bad Day (Poem)
A Poetic Exploration of a Bad Day
On the first of May
I was challenged to fight
This looked like a bad day
I was scared, shy
At recess time
Gathered a crowd
"FIGHT, FIGHT"
It was very loud
The kid and I were face-to-face
He was about to attack!
But before that
A supervisor got in the way
We both got sent to the office
I felt bad
It was very quiet
I knew my mom would be mad
I was grounded for a week
I couldn't see my friends
That kid, I would never see
It felt like the week would never come to an end
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Muhammad Junaid
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