Student X

Hail to thee,

Oh broken soul

Slumped between the first and second floor.

Your lips all bloody.

Your ribs all ruddy.

I look on in horror

Of your face which is my mirror.

Try as I might there was little I could do.

My best was calling for help or my ex to call off the goons.

The beat down would end sooner,

But the unseen scars would linger.

I know all too well because it was and could be me

Getting the beat down of the century.

I’m an outsider too.

Too well spoken, my color a deceiving hue.

With the stroke of a pen

An adult helped make my tragedy end.

As for you, no pleading to your parents would suffice

Parents focus more on monetary sacrifice.

I wonder every now and then how you turned out

Even with social media I don’t how your life is going about.

That’s partially my fault for I only remember your first name

So Student X you will be, a representative of life’s cruel game.

With love,

Stephanie