They allow us to show,
But we do not tell.
For the scars on our arms and the bruises on our bodies will almost always be ignored.
And as we hide our feelings no one will care enough to seek them.
But wasn't that the point of the game?
We learn young that secrets don’t make friends
But neither does the truth...
And now we hit high school, and the the boys are still mean to the girls because they like them
And we will continue to watch them play eeny-meenie-miney-moe as they chase the prettiest new thing down the hallway.
But boys will be boys, right?
But the same goes for the girls, because barbie was always our favorite toy
And boy, did we want to look like her.
Even if that meant we’d become plastic.
It was okay though,
As long as we caught someone's attention.
You see I don't think our parents meant for it to turn out this way.
I mean these were only just kids games.
-ARH
About the Creator
Alisha Renae
Just another poet with a dream
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