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September/October 2007 Poem by Tanya Troxell
Her body is alive, but she is dead. She could get straight A’s, but she gets C’s instead. Her stomach is empty, but her head says it is full. Her stomach screams, “Feed me” but she can’t eat at school. Her legs work perfectly, but she acts like she is paralyzed. You can see pain and sorrowness in her eyes. She’s like a dog in a kennel, but she is supposed to be free as a bird. One person controls her every move, one person controls her every word. A school bully controlling her every move, With methods that I really don’t have to say. A school bully, the only person that can make your day a bad day.
Latin III Some guys you just
don’t like We jump around a lot
and I guess I can’t
blame him for But I do blame him
for not mentioning
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