Abuse

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.

Heba Afuwardeen

A teen who wishes to move the hearts of the world with her words.

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