Scraped knees and busted lips.
I thought I was the problem.
My cries for help were always silenced.
My tears hitting the pavement.
School playgrounds no longer felt safe.
Recess no longer made me happy.
God knows What was coming,
I wanted to stay in.
I had an overbite,
They called me "bucked tooth".
It was out of my control,
I was only ten.
No one saw my pain,
No one intervened.
They pushed me around,
In the empty hallways.
The school bus was the worst.
I felt safe sitting in the front.
Although I hear them calling me names,
From the back of the bus.
Scraped knees and busted lips,
School playgrounds no longer felt safe,
I had an overbite,
No one saw my pain,
The school bus was the worst,
But no year was worse than 2010.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Curls
PoesiaA beautiful mess just put together for the world to see. Fathia Abdi Expresses In this poetry book the things she dealt with throughout her life. This amazing collection of poetry brings every teenager close to home and allows them to feel valuable...
