You see that girl,
passing her every day,
her body always shoved
against the harsh wall.
Another card in the stack.
Her hair coated with dandruff,
two blank, grey eyes
staring from under a frosty mane.
Her mouth in the shape of an “O”
like she has no clue what
or who
or where
she is.
You see that girl.
People always whispering.
The disgusted look never erased from their faces.
Whether a push
or a taunt,
the laughing will never stop.
You see that girl.
and now...
POOF!
You don’t
--Bianca (8th grade, Center for Talent Development,
Northwestern University, 2003)