Grace
She walks to school and studies
all day,
Hoping her A’s will make her
parents notice her in some
way.
But they open another bottle
and raise it to the sky,
Ignoring the sad little girl who
just walked on by.
She lays the paper down with
an A marked in red,
But her mother is lying face
down, passed out on the bed.
The same little girl comes to
school the next day
Bruises blackening her eyes
and cuts scarring her face.
The teachers wonder but none
of them ask,
It’s hard to see the pain behind
her smiling mask.
For the little girl who tries so
hard not to cry
Every day is a battle, a
struggle just to survive.
But one day she’ll shine,
escape the pain and fear,
She’ll find a way to love when
all she’s ever known is hate,
But only if you stop it before it
becomes too late.
So listen to the child with scars
on her face,
Unknown to the world but to
you she is Grace.
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