Check out this poem of mine?
I look over and see him.
His head down in his knees.
I walk over to him.
He looks up at me.
I ask him what's wrong.
He looks away.
And says "I've put up with this too long."
What is it?
He pulls up his shirt, "This is where I got punched."
He uncovers his cheek, "This is where I got hit."
Who is it?
He doesn't say, instead he says,
"I'll get out of there someday."
A couple days later, it's on the news.
It's sad to think about the choice,
That some kids have to choose.