"Bullying, Bulling, something out of control
Bullying, Bullying, a tale to be told
A girl bullied by everyone, feeling hated by her friends
The bullying, the torture never seemed to end
A girl, once bullied, she never gave up
And she was glad she never, no never gave up."
You read out, Harry standing up and applauding, hugged you close.
"What a beautiful poem Naya," Harry concluded, wrapping his thoughts into one.
"Thank you Harry. Thank you."
