She walked down the hall with her head hung low,
Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow
People whispered loudly as she walked by,
Unable to do anything about it she just sighs
They slammed her onto the locker making her groan in pain,
Kicking her body and pulling her mane
She didn’t beg for their mercy like all the previous years,
She knew it would only stop once they saw her blood, sweat and tears.
She wanted to scream,
She wanted to shout,
But what’s the point?
Selfishness is just going to drown it out.
She wanted to fight,
With all her might,
But easier said than done, am I right?
Others thought her quietness and ‘shy’ like demeanour was just a form of expression,
But little did they know those were the symptoms of oppression.
