Written by Haley Hrnciar, Staff Writer
Do not sit and stare,
A child will start to feel the wear.
I feel the wind before the blow,
Wondering if anyone will ever know.
I hear the chains against the floor,
Wondering how much more I can endure.
I smell the scent of metal,
Wondering why he bedevils.
I see the person who causes the pain,
Wondering why he’s coming again.
I touch the bruises that appear,
Wondering why they are still there.
I hit the ground a thousand times,
Wondering when it will be my time to shine.
Do not sit and stare,
I am having a hard time here.