End the Abuse

September 23, 2013

In walks Jane with her worn out shoes,

Blood shot eyes, and one big bruise.

You see her everyday in class.

You stare at her but never ask

If she needs help- or if she's okay.

You leave her hopeless everyday.

You preach to us about helping others

but you let Jane go home and suffer.

You're a coward not a teacher.

Youre no hero, just a preacher.

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