You see Her walking in the hall

Eyes that sparkle blue

But something isn't right

Her smile seems bright 

But it isn’t true

As she passes you turn 

You see streams of blood dripping from her dark wounds

The blood absorbs the light

Making you see as if you knew

What this poor girl was going through


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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