Why does a child endure a world so harsh,
Amidst falling parents, in shadows dark?
With teachers strict and classmates unkind,
Bullied for their race, in a world unrefined.
Innocence tainted, their spirits bear the weight,
As they navigate a world filled with hate.
Why must they suffer, their hearts asking why,
In the face of adversity, they learn to defy.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
