When I was just a little girl,
I met a new friend.
I played with her all day,
I hoped it would never end.
Then while hanging
On the monkey bars
Her sleeves rolled up
And fell down her arms.
When I saw her bruises
I started to cry
And all I could do
Was ask her why
As she lied
She told me that she fell
Of the swings the other day
But the creak in her voice
Gave her away
We ran off
And hid
And once
We did
She told me her story.
When I got home from
School that day
I asked my mom
Why some people get treated that way
She looked at me
And said what do you mean
I told her what I heard
And what I had seen
