[A/N: I apoligize if these poems are crappy. This is my first adventure in poetry, and it's free verse, which means it doesn't have to rhyme for all you who don't know. There will be twenty-five poems in all. Without further ado, here is Blood and Bone, poems about Scourge, poem one: Bully.]
001. Bully
My brother
and sister
push me
around.
My mother
does little
to stop them.
As they bully
and brag
and treat me
like dirt,
I think,
It's not my fault
I'm Tiny!