Mama called her beautiful, perfection in the eyes of God,
her daddy called her his angel, the light of his world,
and to them she was everything but a fraud.
As she grew,harshness faced her and her world twirled
Tears and malice were her only friends
shunned and taunted by her fellow classmates
for not willing to pretend
to being a gossip and lifting weights.
She smiled through it all, hoping that it would all go away
but more insults were thrown her way.
At night she cried and could only pray
that it would all be better the next day.
Seasons passed and nothing changed,
she was still her classmates punching bag.
Mama’s little girl could handle no more, so she had it arranged
with one quick drink and only a slight gag,
daddy’s angel was no more.
Her bullies watched her be lowered into the ground,
shedding tears of their own and letting them pour.
Her mama and daddy let their tears sound,
their tears were silent, like their daughters pain.
Their little angel was gone too soon
but nonetheless she still remained
as a message that no human is immune,
to the constant pain caused by others.
Massive change takes time to transpire,
but we can still positively change one another,
otherwise we may end up in funeral attire.