Cruelty
Rush afternoon at 3 o’clock
In the corridor
Near the saloon,
Mini skirted, tinted braided hair
Painted lips,
Blushed cheek bones
Heavy mascara eye lashes
Uniform and books wrapped up
Hidden in a hole in the wall
She is thirteen
Trying to look twenty
Leather jacket and high heeled boots
From where she got
God only knows
Looking at the posh cars
Passing by rich guys
Her eyes telling tales
No one really cares
She is looking around with fear
Around the corner a flabby woman
Staring like a vulture
Spying on a dear’s carcass
Once she finished her mission in the morning
Has to remove her makeup in a rush
Rub the crushed uniform with her palms
She has to be back in the school desk
How she focuses her sleepy head
God only knows
Copyright © Manel Gunatillake | Year Posted 2013
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