Laying on the bed, she cries for what awaits next day.
In school, ready to face the daily racism.
In lunch she sits alone, as kids point and laugh.
The bus ride home, a nightmare never to awake from.
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OH Gary this is so beautiful and so sad Her emerald roads cry soft ruby tears is my favourite line I give this a ten really brilliant
'to cry in the bath scrubbing hard in hopes to wash away the cruelty of the day' - a poignant description.