Maybe if I saw myself through more kind eyes
Everything they said would turn into lies
Am I not an ordinary human being
with your dirty eyes, who are you seeing?
Why do you judge me on my grades?
that makes me think about blood and blades.
I remember being called characterless
because you didn’t know I was going through this mess.
They repeatedly called me a slut,
have you ever noticed this painful cut?
If it is a taboo to talk about periods
Why do they frankly comment on our body, these Idiots
In the end, it is only you
Have faith in everything you do.
Poem on justice by K, a 13-year-old