Little girl where are you going with all those toys in your pockets
It's much too pale outside to play
The clouds only reveal the sun for those who cannot absorb it
Don’t you know? How could you not
The other children play
But not with you
Never with you
Pathetic.
Maybe a word too generous
Hopeless.
That feels more right to me
You're barely even worth their punches
Their scratches
If you were given that
I'm sure you would wear the scars like gold
Like silver
Unlucky you
Your skin is much too dark to see the marks anyway