Justice in the Hall

In the school's busy halls, where the young feet all trod,

Walked a girl named Justice, a blessing from God.

With skin touched by patterns, like clouds in the sky,

Vitiligo's gentle design, for all passersby.

She stood tall and strong, with a spirit so bright,

A hall monitor keen, upholding what's right.

Her eyes, sharp and clear, missed not one little thing,

A whisper, a scuffle, the joy a bell would bring.

For Justice observed, with a heart pure and bold,

Each secret, each puzzle, a story untold.

She dreamed of a day, when her wisdom would shine,

As a detective so clever, solving every crime.

Like a Psalm of old, her purpose was true,

To seek out the truth, in all that she'd do.

To bring light to the shadows, to make wrongs feel right,

With courage her shield, and her honesty's light.

For Justice believed, with a faith strong and deep,

That truth would emerge from the secrets we keep