Sitting straight,
Perched on her seat,
STILL AS STONE.
Hair, hazel like bark
And eyes,
Eyes that eternity could lose itself in.
The bullied,
The poor,
The hurt,
Surround the streets.
She knows they are there
But she stares forward,
STILL AS STONE.
They cry out in pain
She pretends not to hear.
She stares forward,
STILL AS STONE.
Her lips, Like the sweet rose petals
Beg her to speak out.
But she does not speak.
She stares forward,
STILL AS STONE.

She must not see
She must not hear
She must not speak

That is what she is supposed to do,
That is what she will do.

Society.