Face the Fate

They stared with their eyes and touched my face. They cut up my clothes and messed up my name. They slapped me around like I was a toy. 

They didn’t care if I was hurt in any way. 

When they walked past me, I stood straight. 

Scared of what they would do, if they saw me at this stage. Would they hit or stare? 

Maybe even cut my hair. 

I tried to help and I tried to prosper. 

But at every corner, they were there. 

They were there with their faces and their attitude too. Why was I the punching bag for them to feel good? As I ran down the hallway trying to escape. 

They would always find me and call me “a forbidden mistake.” I would burn the only love I had left. 

Trying to change my ways to be their friendly hand. No matter how hard I tried I was always wrong. For me, a second chance was all I yearned for. 

Forgiveness of the past and the way they see me. Who was I in the eyes of the bully? 

The desire to be free wilted from my bare hands.

The name of this writer is Diya Patel. She is a 9th grader who attends SCAPA Lafayette. She is part of the Literary arts program and has been successful in her writing with aspects such as publishing her two short stories on Amazon kindle. She is a fanatic for poetry and writing with deep meaning behind it. Writing is her way to communicate with the world and she lives to share it with the world.