Hey guys, my name is Gianna and I am 12. This was originally a rap song I wrote, but it could be a poem. I really hope you enjoy!
Every time she sees ya.
She can't help but feel queasy.
She got butterflies.
Chills down her spine.
She says she's fine.
But she's lying, trying.
To be a better person.
But how can she when you're knocking
Her down to the ground.
It hurts, burns, turns.
Her into a different person.
You shake her, break her.
Take her apart, till she starts
Learning a lesson.
And in her heart she's not progressing.
Getting, anywhere.
You don't care, that it's not fair.
That you take her only possession.
I can't take it anymore.
It's time to stand up for, what's right.
Not asking for a fight.
Just leave her be.
I can't bear to see, this anymore.
A lot of people in this world do...
Nothing about it.
Want to be out of it.
Don't want to get involved.
Cause they might be called, names.
Might lose their fame.
They want to be like everyone else.
All about themselves.
They say they help, the poor.
But all their looking for.
Is attention, did I mention.
They're so self centred.
Never defend her.
Always on their phones.
Can't see her in the corner.
She cries, she wraps.
Tears rolling down her cheeks.
They can't hear her cause they're giggling.
I don't wanna be mean.
But it seems so unfair.
That you rip her hair.
And don't share, anything.
Cause she's just not cool to be in your gang.
You know what I'm saying?
