12.
Pushed to the ground
By the other kids
Got kicked around
Nowhere she could have hid
But she always got up
Her hair a thick veil
And her hands cupped
To catch the black tears of evil
She was among white swans
a little sparrow so brown
and so she had to run
Get out of town
She had a gift
that made people’s hair curl
all it was was a rift
between her and the world
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8:53 PM
