Her laughing eyes, her hair tossed back, carefree.

It’s no surprise that boys still stare, shameless.

No time to face the “who” she wants to be.

Another’s mouth or shape to be famous.

She shrinks near her desk’s safe, wooden edges.

They hide her shame from what she’s not become.

They shield her heart’s pain like forceful fences.

Her downcast eyes leave telling lies undone.

Her curved back bends to keep her head upright.

So many jokes, laughs, jeers, stares, cruel ways.

She feels their mocking this pitiful sight.

Her loneliness tears through long nights and days.

She knows she cannot breathe just one more time

to wake next morning cursing nature’s crime.Image


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