This is a poem for my

sister,

my mom,

my friends,

and my teachers,

a poem for all the people who have been creeped on

while cheering in the bleachers.

They'll say "I'm sorry for your pain,"

"im sorry for your hurt,"

They'll say, "I can't make it change"

like that has any worth.

so you're abused

youre down

youre hurt

I ask you now to raise your voices,

so those who bring you harm,

face the gavel that they deserve.