Dear Mrs. Copeland
When you mark me absent it wasn't my fault
I was in the bathroom had a date in the stall
The next day you did attendance and took up homework
I didn't have mine, it was ripped, torn and burnt
No it wasn't me, I promise it wasn't
who was it you ask? If I tell then I'll be punished
My grades are slipping and I'm falling behind
But if you looked and opened your eyes I think you'd find
The real reason why you catch me cryin'
It's that dirty, mean bully that always takes my lunch
he pushes me down and says "here eat this punch"
I try and try to get away
but the school system makes me stay
everyone is blind until something happens
like a blast from the past is that what we need again?
The signs should be obvious, the bruises, the blood
If only things were different where they gave out kisses and hugs
I'm tired or struggling day by day
but all you care about is your stupid payday
you don't care that I'm hurt you just want me in class
but I probably won't be there if the bully is kicking my ass
So teachers be mindful of the silent cries for help
because when we're gone there will just be guilt