You're a Boy, Not a Bull
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You're a Boy, Not a Bull
The story line follows a boy who turns into a mean, angry bull when his temper gets the best of him. When he chooses to do the right thing, and not act out in anger, he turns back into a boy. Darlene Shortridge drew inspiration from her son, Jeremiah, who had quite the temper growing up. His little fists would ball up at his sides and his nose would breathe in and out in exaggerated form as Darlene would say, Jeremiah, you're a boy, not a bull! #leavebullyingtobullsThis book is a welcome addition to any child's library and addresses bullying at home, in the neighborhood, and at school. Jason Webb's introductory illustrations...
showcase his talent. He truly brought Darlene's vision for her characters to life. The artwork is colorful, full of action, and attractive to children ages 4-8. Each two page spread featuring the bull acting out resolves as you turn the page and see the boy acting as a boy should. I’m your mom, I should know. I was there on that day You decided to show. You’re a boy, not a bull! You are angry, I can understand. Your sister destroyed your tower so grand. You ball up your fists. Hands straight by your side. Your face is in snarls This I cannot abide. You’re a boy, not a bull! It’s only a game You’re heard this before Not liking to lose You slam your door I hear you pacing Toys start to fly Your feet start stomping I ask myself why? You’re a boy, not a bull. The kids at school They call you a name It’s not true But it hurts just the same Your face turns red You try not to cry Instead you get angry Your fists start to fly You’re a boy, not a bull. You stand at the door Your day is all planned Bat, ball, and mitt You hold in your hand You have chores to do Before you can play You stomp and you shout You don’t get your way You’re a boy, not a bull. She is sweet a button Or so they say You can’t see it She gets in the way You no longer matter She’s all they love No one is looking You give her a shove. You’re a boy, not a bull. He’s your big brother He’s supposed to care He hits you and trips you And pulls your hair You do to them What he does to you You are the bully On the playground at school You’re a boy, not a bull Fold your clothes Make your bed Harder than it looks These words fill you with dread You try to comply You try to explain Your work looks a mess You start to complain You’re a boy, not a bull. You’re worried You’ve got a test You run through the house You push and you shove