Apr 15
Just look at you teacher so smug and smart,
But you don’t have a heart .
Not a hair out of place and an angry face,
You are about to beat me again.
My hands are still swollen and sore,
My sprit is broken and raw.
You continuously cane me.
All the children can see that you dislike me,
And once again I feel the pain of your thrash.
I just pretend that my mum is here and I don’t feel the hurt,
Look at you teacher wearing your bright red skirt.
My mum can’t hear my screams today yesterday or tomorrrow,
I only know sorrow.
My mum lives thousands of miles across the sea.
My screams are,
only heard by me.
They are silent.