he sat in the back
as silent as a mouse
i watch from a far each day
as bruise form
across his cheeks
i know his pain
i can see his dreams
he isn't yet a he
but very close
the students words are cruel
his gender switch was hard
i felt so bad
i spoke to him
hoping my kind words
could heal him
he was rude at first
but than he warmed up
like a fire in an iceberg
slowly melting away
drops of water
into warm kind person