Why didn\'t they notice
There used to be a girl in my class
Who everyone laughed at,
Only I saw the red hand print.
And there was a girl in my class
Who everyone was scared of,
Only I saw the cuts on her arm.
And there was a boy in my class
The teachers always yelled at,
only I noticed his bruises.
And there was a boy in my class
Who grabbed the other necks,
Only I saw how scared he was.
I notice these because
I was a girl in someones class,
That was yelled at, laughed at, scary, violent.
And yet nobody noticed
The girl in someones classes,
Bruises, cuts, hand prints, anxiety.
Who everyone laughed at,
Only I saw the red hand print.
And there was a girl in my class
Who everyone was scared of,
Only I saw the cuts on her arm.
And there was a boy in my class
The teachers always yelled at,
only I noticed his bruises.
And there was a boy in my class
Who grabbed the other necks,
Only I saw how scared he was.
I notice these because
I was a girl in someones class,
That was yelled at, laughed at, scary, violent.
And yet nobody noticed
The girl in someones classes,
Bruises, cuts, hand prints, anxiety.
Delete Comment
User:
Comment: