I see her face enveloped in shame.


The strive and brutal battle for acceptance

Engraved upon her innocent face


“I’m here for you,” I whisper

But the pounding echoes of rejection

And humiliation

BallerinaHave weakened her hearing..


For whenever she opened up

To laugh with the world,

The world would open up

To laugh at her.


All odds against her

Like a glass marble amidst rotten grapes


Her walk is unsteady

As if every step

Stabs her in the gut


I run up and offer my hand,

But the horrid images

Of being shunned and ridiculed

Have blinded her vision


Who had the heart to treat her this way?

If they had any heart at all..

My mind races; the girl’s about to fall.


The girl’s about to fall 

Heartbeats halted

Jaws dropped

Clocks stopped

Oceans stood still

But she

She got up.


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