nessie14

She’s a concrete angel, Carved in stone, Forgotten by the world, She stays alone, Staying away from home, Where she is beaten. She can’t stand the violence, She can’t bear the pain, From the slashes and bashes, Every night she’s crying in pain. She can’t go school, She hates the silence, Everyone knows what is happening to her, They all stare at her like it’s her fault, They are too cowardly to take a stand. She supports herself, Because no one loves her, She tries to stay away from people, who don’t want her, She knows it’s not her fault, But everyone treats her like it is, It’

She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with the linen and lace "Look, there goes Tema, wearing the same dress as yesterday."  Mica laughed to his friends—most of the village kids.  "What's wrong, Tema?  Don't have any other clothes?"  He sneered loud enough for me to hear. Pinpricks of tears threatened to slip over my eyelids.  I tried to ignore the taunting as I carried my lunch to the school house.  So what if I have to wear the same dress twice in a row?  So what if, tears were now spilling over my cheeks, I don't have pretty dr