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