Boys when was the last time you called her beautiful?

The last time she was "damn fine!"

Because now your watching her throw up in the bathroom, trying to keep her body skinny.

When was the last time you called her sweet?

The last time she could do no wrong in your eyes.

Because now she is sitting on her bathroom floor with her wrists shredded and torn to peices.

Remember when you called her fat three days ago?

When you told her that her weight made her ugly.

She laughed when you were there, but she cried when you left.

Remember when you called her a terrorist?

When color of her skin meant more to you than the kindness of her words.

I was there, she asked me how you could be so cruel.

Remember when you slapped her?

When you let another girl beat her to a pulp.

Because now we are at her funeral.

You betrayed her, and I hope you feel good about it.

Because as I give this eulogy  of the soul of every highschool girl, I will not let you forget.

I will not let you let her be an old memory, this soul will not blow away with the next windy gust

You will see her face every day as I see my own.

You will hear her internal screams and cries as I hear my own.

And you, ye boys who dare to prey on those you consider weak or frail,

you will feel the rage of every female that is no longer a child.