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Apr 2016
My cheeks red with heat and pain,
stained wet with tears
as the ringed hand
beats down on me.
That is how my mornings begin.

Aches and exhaustion carry me
to school, until I reach my seat at
my assigned desk and bawl,

Everyone sees
But no one cares.

I hide away from uncaring, unkind eyes

"stop crying! you stupid child.
Whats the matter with her?!
Grow up!
"

My mind reeling from painful
words lashed at me.

When I finally emerge,
With my eyes swollen
It's as if nothing has happened.
SofiaBelhadj
Written by
SofiaBelhadj  England
(England)   
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