It’s difficult to pick which Shane Koyczan poem I love the most, but “To This Day” sits on top of the pile along with “Heaven, or Whatever.” As a parent, bullying worries me. How can you protect your child when you’re not around? Especially when you know how cruel others can be. Especially if you were the one who was picked last or picked on. Shoved against walls and lockers. Had their possessions stolen because you lacked the physical strength to fight back. Enjoy. She was eight years oldOur first day of grade threeWhen she got called uglyWe both got moved to the back of the classSo we would stop get bombarded by spit ballsBut the school halls were a battlegroundWhere we found ourselves…