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Every Day


I looked on in horror as everything seemed to happen in slow motion I wanted to help, to cry out and tell her that she needed to fight They were shoving her around, rough as a stormy ocean But I could say nothing, my words would not come, my lips were sealed tight I mentally screamed and kicked, I had to help her stop the hurt I froze as realization dawned on me, the reason I couldn’t help became clear I mentally slapped myself, trying to pick myself up off the curb As they walked away I came back to reality, and shook as my cheek was wet by a tear Why do they do it? Day after day... Because I’m different? That’s why. I hear all kinds of taunts and bear all kinds of pain that just won’t go away My eyes are wet, the tears they fall, every night to sleep I cry
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