I've never known fear like the day I found my sister's cuts.
When she was younger, she was abused by her peers.
It seems like a girl can't be tall
or a little overweight,
without being targeted.
In elementary school, three boys circled her,
and pushed her onto rocks
she broke her ankles and cried for days
In middle school, she was labeled a bully
because no girl her height or build could really be harmless.
Noone cared that her face was flawless and innocent
that her heart was pure and clean
that she was an angel here on earth.
I couldn't go to school the next day and explain to my teachers why I couldn't stop crying.
I couldn't tell my teacher that my pale face was because I had seen angry, pink lines on my sister's wrist
Just like I couldn't tell my teacher, or my friends, that I couldn't eat
because my sister was depressed.
When the teacher called on me in class,
When Mrs. Lee asked my answer,
I couldn't give her one.
The answer was too unknown to me.
The question scared me.
The nightmare in my head of my little baby,
just kept playing and playing and playing.
Mrs. Lee isn't payed to know my problems
Just to teach me math
But what I wish she would teach me
Is how to save my sister's life.
Please don't send my sister away.
Please don't send my 12 year old angel
to a doctor.
Please don't give her pills
just let me speak
just stop bullying.
just stop judging.