(Kalifa)
Walking into this school, where nobody notices me
Seeing the same faces that judged me three years ago
Nobody asked me if I was ok, I don't think nobody cares
It all makes sense now, I'm just a nobody,
walking in the halls full of everybody's
Nobody see's the scars underneath my long natural thick hair
Nobody notices the small cuts upon each of my wrist
Nobody hears the voices in my head telling me to let go, give up on life
Nobody cares, nobody pays attention
Even if I yell, scream, kick, scratch
Nobody cares that I've been raped almost every single day, since I was 12
This body I developed makes the man I called dad, dig deeper, pull harder, grab tighter, care lesser
The more I cry, the more he drives, shut up Kalifa, just be quiet, he'll move quicker
Don't cry, no Kalifa shut up, he's almost done
Not being able to express my pain verbally, so I cut
In the beginning they were small and steady and painful
Now I just cut, I like to see flesh tearing away, it's almost my high
I no longer care about life itself, I pray nightly that God would end it all
Help me God! Why am I still here?
But then again, nobody notices me
nobody cares
Then bam, taking right out of my thoughts, I'm stopped in my tracks as I collide with one man, boy, beast, who I've wanted to notice me for 3 years...
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The Skin I'm In (Urban Fiction)
JugendliteraturThis story written in a poetic and regular style, shines light on two teens growing up, living in a stereotypical world. It is written in POV's and I hope you guys enjoy. Kalifa James, is 17, in her senior year of high school. She's going through a...
