Revenge

As she listened to the story… They sat on the train … filling the carriages with laughter … they they sat as one decided it was time for revenge … a moment of vengeance …

Let me take away your smile,

As she poked and humiliated the child.

Every time her laughter became louder…

Let me push you to the side as she

Over took the space, as she picked, and joked as she ridiculed the child.

Was it the colour of her skin? Was it the memory of a childhood story…

Let me break your self-esteem.  Let me crush your beauty and belittle you till you are weak ready to break, break, break…

By Natasha Parker

Behind the pain
Each child´s experience is different and what they remember.

 

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